I’m not lost—
I’m just moving slower now.

Coffee still hot, sky still gray,
Same road bending a different way.
I don’t rush it, I don’t stall,
I just answer when the moment calls.
I’ve been worn thin, I’ve been tuned sharp,
Learned how to tell the two apart.
If doubt knocks, I don’t let it stay,
I hear it out, then I’m on my way.

I don’t need it easy,
I just need it honest.

I’m somewhere between tired and certain,
Still standing when the doubt starts circling.
Not at the finish, not at the start—
Just far enough to know who you are.
Yeah, I’m somewhere between tired and certain,
Still moving even when it’s hurting.

Some wins quiet, some nights loud,
Some lessons hit when you’re not proud.
I don’t frame it, I don’t rewind,
I just carry what’s still mine.
I’ve learned strength doesn’t always shout,
Sometimes it’s breath you don’t let out.
If I pause, it’s to get aligned,
Not to turn back, not this time.

I’m somewhere between tired and certain,
Still standing when the doubt starts circling.
Not at the finish, not at the start—
Just far enough to trust my heart.

If I’m not there yet—
I’m close enough to feel it.

I’m somewhere between tired and certain,
Still here, still learning.
If this is the stretch that proves it works,
I’ll take the weight—
I’ll earn it.

That’s enough to keep going.