Keep coming home

When it’s a stretch to get it together
To focus or count straight

When whatever you do
Is just not all working yet

When you are kinda half flying
Sort of there and not quite exactly

When you want to stop every second
And still keep trying

When the finish line is up ahead
And feels like a million miles away

It’s not you
It’s the mechanics of it
And a specific spot you are traveling through

You just
Keep coming home
It’ll be there waiting

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