They say in order to become an expert in something, you have to invest at least ten thousand hours into it. I’ve never kept an accurate account of the time I’ve spent; I’m too obsessive, and things tend to overlap. Even so, I would guess that I’ve put that much time in you. In thoughts of you, instead of actions for me. I’ve spent thousands of hours being unfair to us. Spent days wasting the same hours embracing childish ways.
Habits are tough to break, but I’ll make no excuses.
I’ve known this for years, been lectured in both ears
and still through tears, I keep on feeding these fears.
The sun makes all this very clear.
Some days I feel like I could steer
my life in a better direction if I went to church.
But I still question if I’m on the right search.
If my reasons are really sincere,
or if I’m just trying to keep my family near.