brand new

my mind — confused — wanted me to say “forgive me if i’m not what you want me to be.”

but then my heart quickly silenced that thought and helped me see

the rebuttal was “what are you sorry for? are you who you need you to be?”

i was stumped and silent, slowly beginning to agree

i thought “it’s true, this is all brand new”

an apology seemed pointless when i’m doing the best i know how to do

have you ever seen a kid act like something was broken before it was even turned on

kinda how something great hasn’t even begun and you’ve already withdrawn

constantly in a rush to label something as faulty or fraud

if you look long enough, you’ll always find the flawed

so what if you do know more than me, maybe you’ve been here before

then you’d think you would expect the mistakes instead of keeping score

i have much more to learn in my world

way before i can find myself in yours

moving too fast or moving too slow,

i forgive myself for getting out of the flow

you should try it — i can’t force you, though