I’m not lost.
I’m just not finished.

Still got dust on my shoes from the last turn,
Still got questions I don’t try to outrun.
I don’t need the end to feel aligned,
I just need today to make some kind of sense.

I’ve been early, I’ve been late,
I’ve been learning how to recalibrate.
If I’m honest, that’s been half the fight—
Not rushing the dark, not fearing the light.

I don’t panic when it’s unclear,
I’ve been here before.

I’m still in the middle,
That’s okay with me.
Not at the bottom,
Not where I want to be.
If it’s taking longer than I planned it to—
I’m still in the middle,
Still moving through.

I don’t frame it like I’m falling behind,
I just move at the speed of what feels right.
Some things click when you stop forcing proof,
Some doors open when you loosen the screws.

I’ve seen endings dressed up as relief,
I’ve seen patience look like disbelief.
If this stretch is what it costs to grow,
I’ll stay present till it starts to show.

I’m still in the middle,
That’s okay with me.
Not at the bottom,
Not where I want to be.
If it’s taking longer than I planned it to—
I’m still in the middle,
Still moving through.

I don’t need it wrapped up clean,
I just need it real.

I’m still in the middle,
And I finally see—
This part of the road
Is still part of me.
If I don’t rush it, if I stay true—
Being in the middle
Still gets me through.

That counts too.