I am willing.
I wonder if it's worth it.
I hear bias, prejudice, presumption.
I see beauty in x.
I want honesty to speak in authority on everything.
I am willing.

I pretend that I'm invincible.
I feel hunted.
I touch not enough skin.
I worry that I gamble on too much.
I cry when I feel most human.
I am willing.

I understand that there's only so much I can do.
I say that I'll do it.
I dream of idealism and going home and traveling and poetry and you.
I try to keep my chin up.
I hope I don't fuck it all up.
I am willing.