Plenty

I want to taste the fruits that I was promised
the horn of plenty should have about enough
I’m tired of sitting here restless
I’m ready to celebrate it all

I want to dance like there’s no tomorrow
the people should make room for me
I’m tired of making space for others
I’m ready to demand my place

I want to stay the exactly the same person
the others know what I mean
I’m tired of changing and growing
I’m ready to stake my claim

I want all of it so badly
the fears and doubt can fuck off
I’m tired of wishing and hoping
I’m ready to be myself