I’m asking for a lot
The weight of it is evident
Before I used to just ask
I’d expect it to come
But expectations quickly shifted
Then I wouldn’t expect, I’d hope
Hope was what I handed ownership
Now the weight isn’t on me
It’s not about the work
I shouldn’t concern myself with consistency
I shouldn’t have to be patient
Now I sit here writing this out
The ownership is on me
Whatever I don’t do is on me
The things I want to do, on me
So when I hear how I want more
It feels like a gut-shot
I know all the work to come
Well, I just have to do it today.
