Sometimes I…,
watch them come,
accepting the purest of gifts.

Sometimes I…,
grow and want
for nothing more than peace.

Sometimes I…,
try to perform,
miracles for all.

Sometimes I…,
stumble, looking,
over my dropped shoulder.

Sometimes I…,
fall short,
my name on trial.

Sometimes I…,
drop, but,
pull back up again.

Sometimes I…,
gasp slow,
and fade to sleep.

Sometimes I…,
need nothing,
but time to be reborn.