Friend stopped talking to me
By accident
It was no one's fault
It's just how it happened
I never set that bridge ablaze
I just stopped walking on it
May I never grow weary of your narrow road
What if I never become who I'm supposed to be in my mind's eye
What if I fail me
Getting all caught up in the miry dross
The suspended fourth never gets resolved
And all the things I haven't finished
Left unsaid and unsung
How awful it would be to leave them
Undone
I'm convinced that this seed has taken root
How long now before I see fruit
So that I can be sure I'm blooming beautifully
Reflecting you and only you in my ability
Have I let you down
Trusting you is like learning to ride a bike
Listening and then following the course
With your hand behind my seat
Pedals beneath my feet
You thrust me onward
And I am suspended forth
