I love who I am becoming.
I love who I am becoming, even though I act out with improper behavior.
My thoughts rebel,
a desire for excess -
stayed up too late last night, maybe to prove I still can;
yes, I can still be the guy at the Billy Idol concert yelling "More, More, More"
What is THAT about?
It is not about being my highest best self
The burn in my stomach this morning is not from passion but from yesterday's excess.
I am imperfect.
I never promised to be anything but human
And still there is a spark, no matter how hard I try to bury it.
I love who I am becoming
getting up, showing up every morning.
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