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