I’m shaped by time
But still a student of life
I’m a husband and father
But I’m still learning
I’ll never be the best
I can’t be the perfect version
I run out of energy
I grow tired and weary
Struggle with my emotions
Struggle to be the better me
I could be a social media Dad
But I’m not and I won’t
I can’t lie and say life is perfect
It’s not
I can’t cry at the alter of politicians
Because I couldn’t care less
I’m molded by situations
Swayed by weather
I’m plagued with worry
Scarred by my own knife
I try to be more,
But at the end of the day
All I can be is me.