Trying

Today my life was filled with people:

• Trying too hard.
• Not trying hard enough.
• Trying to understand.
• Trying my patience.
• Trying to fit in.
• Trying to be right.
• Trying to make a point (sometimes several points at once).
"For us, there is only trying. The rest is not our business." (T.S. Eliot)
• Trying to smile (it's hard when you're only 8 weeks old).
• Trying not to cry.
• Trying to figure a way out.
• Trying not to say what was really on their minds.
• Trying to stay warm (ah....May in Idaho)
• Trying to get it right.
• Trying to get it done
• Trying to convince me to go along.
• Trying to believe.
• Trying to find a way.

I am not a child now.
I can take care of myself.
I mustn't let them down now-
Mustn't let them see me cry.
I'm fine.
I'm fine.
I'm too tired to listen.
I'm too old to believe:
All these childish stories.
There is no such thing as faith,
And trust,
And pixie dust.
I try,
But it's so hard to believe.
I try,
But I can't see what you see.
I try.
I try.
I try.
My whole world is changing,
I don't know where to turn.
I can't leave you baby,
But I can't stay and watch the sitting burn;
Watch it burn.
'Cause I try,
But it's so hard to believe!
I try,
But I can't see where you see.
I try.
I try.
I try and try,
To understand,
The distance in between:
The love I feel,
The things I fear,
I dearly say good dream.
I can finally see it.
Now I have to believe:
All those precious stories.
All the world is made of faith,
And trust,
And pixie dust.
So I'll try,
'Cause I finally believe!
I'll try,
'Cause I see where you see!
I'll try.
I'll try!
I'll try!
I'll try-
To fly