Coffee’s cold, the plan’s half made,
The mirror’s kind, but a little vague.
My shoes don’t match, my mind’s a mile
But somehow, I make it work in my own style.
Tried to run where I should walk,
Said too little, or talked nonstop.
Every failure’s a painted tile,
Building who I am, in my own style.
Be not afraid of growing slow,
Just keep the spark and let it show.
The road’s not straight, but it’s worthwhile,
When you stumble, do it in your style.
Life’s not about finding yourself,
It’s the art of making someone else.
Every laugh, each twist, each trial,
I’m writing my life in my own style.
I’ll dance through the days as if no one’s there,
With passion, compassion, and messy hair.
Not just to live, but to make it worthwhile,
I’ll keep creating me, in my own style.
Tried to fix what time rewrote,
Sang the wrong verse, missed the note.
But even broken tunes reconcile,
If you play them true, in your own style.
Be not afraid of moving slow,
The seeds you plant still learn to grow.
The world’s too loud, but I’ll stay mild,
There’s peace in doing it, in my own style.
Life’s not about finding yourself,
It’s the art of making someone else.
Every laugh, each twist, each trial,
I’m writing my life in my own style.
I’ll dance through the storms like no one cares,
With humor, grace, and some wild flares.
Not just to breathe, but to make it worthwhile,
I’ll keep creating me, in my own style.
Maybe it’s okay not to know,
To bloom a little late, to grow a little slow.
Each scar’s a color, each fall’s a line,
That sketches out this soul of mine.
Life’s not about finding yourself,
It’s about painting the frame as well.
Every laugh, each twist, each trial,
I’m writing my life in my own style.
I’ll dance through the dark till it turns to light,
With laughter and love through every fight.
Not just to live, but to make it worthwhile,
I’ll keep creating me, in my own style.
