JP Creighton rising to shine on a rainy cloudy May Sunday;waiting for coffee, here.
I think I am
3 years ago
I think I am
I think I might
be who I wanna be,
accept who I am,
let myself think
that I let myself be.
I think I am
I think I might
want to get with you tonight.
And if you’re not ready,
Don’t worry, no worries,
I’ll sit and wait
a day, a week, a year, even eight.