Some of mine have died, Some of mine are dying, This is just my mind unwinding.
This is just my heart still trying.
To live is loving what I'm becoming, There's no room for judging, It's unbecoming.
I can not speak of what I don't know.
This is me learning to just let go. I
f time teaches me nothing, Let me not return the favor.
I will be, As I am, Human.
