The Grace in Grace

good morning sun
i am a bird
wearing a brown polyester shirt

do you want a coke
maybe some fries
the roast beef combo's only nine ninety-five
it's okay
you don't have to pay
i've got all the change

everybody knows
it hurts to grow up
and everybody does
so weird to be back here
let me tell you one
the years go on
and we're still fighting
and we're still fighting it

and your so much like me
i'm sorry

good morning sun
twenty years from now
maybe we'll both sit down
and have a few beers
then i can tell
you bout today
and how i picked you up and everything changed

it was pain, sunny days, and rain
and did you feel the same thing

everybody knows
it sucks to grow up
and everybody does
so weird to be back here
let me tell you one
the years go on
and we're still fighting
and we're still fighting it
and you tried and tried
and one day
you'll fly
away from here
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When the decision was made to step down, let go and let God... Many things changed, drastically. The change is almost like you got plucked out from where you are so comfortable at and shifted to another place. Yeah, that's how I felt.

Back where I grew up and spend most of my time at, where most of my groups of friends are, where everything is almost under tender loving care... I climb up slowly but steadily into leadership position. People listen to me, when I speak... people listen (fwah!) I get things organized, I planned schedule and I have the final say to how certain things run (fwah!)

Now, at where I am... I'm thrown back to zero. It felt like it. Suddenly I seem to forget how decisions are made, how things are planned and losing the ability to do things without being told. It sucked. What happened? It's like I spend my life learning how to walk and suddenly I can't walk anymore.. and having to learn all over again.

And it felt like a growing spurt. One day I'm still a teenager and then the next I'm on crash course of becoming an adult. It reminded me of a song we sang in Church one Christmas when Lydia and rest were still around. The lyrics were about how a child would wait for time because time's always too slow for them. Then as we get older, we start to chase time because time's too fast for us now.. how true..

We're still fighting it.. till the last drop of sweat, maybe. Not giving up.