Whittled

When I moved here 
I left everything behind 
and only packed expectation
such a fools errand 
I should have bought 
the refrigerator and bed
but because being me
I marched through gates
already declaring my victory 
unaware that this foe
was mightier than me 
time wears everything down 
before it ever builds 
up and even I
have been slowly whittled 
to this now sharp
stick that I am 
you do indeed become 
that where you are 
and where I am 
is better than before 
for I now live 
in the land humility