I write. The title of this one is Nutshell. Meaning me in a nutshell.
I wanted more
Then watched it fade
Every prize
Becomes a cage
I look too deep I always will I see the end While all is still
Why am I this way? Why can’t I rest? I find the cracks In what is blessed
So I move on I have to move Give me something Hard to prove
Not for their eyes Not for their praise I need the weight I need the strain
Like something born That cannot still I swim because The stopping kills
There are those Who need me here So I keep moving Year by year
And somewhere past This restless mind I still believe There’s more to find
My deepest fear Is not to fall But meet my God Having spent it all
On smaller things I could have done, And never become What I’d begun.
I look too deep I always will I see the end While all is still
Why am I this way? Why can’t I rest? I find the cracks In what is blessed
So I move on I have to move Give me something Hard to prove
Not for their eyes Not for their praise I need the weight I need the strain
Like something born That cannot still I swim because The stopping kills
There are those Who need me here So I keep moving Year by year
And somewhere past This restless mind I still believe There’s more to find
My deepest fear Is not to fall But meet my God Having spent it all
On smaller things I could have done, And never become What I’d begun.
