I know my desire
and yet I do not know
how I can make it Be

I know how my heart skips
my soul hums
my brain catches fire
                    I am

  And yet I do not know
         If I can Be If I can stand
          and try and go
         how I can be
         these things I need to be

For I am afraid of the silence
    of gasping for air
    not knowing the words to write
            the song to sing
          But this, I suppose, is what it means to Be