Another birthday hides beneath my badge The elevator knows my face too well I trade my mornings for a meeting And call that growing into myself
I want a life I haven't rehearsed Something beyond these glass and numbered floors If I walk out without a map Maybe I'll hear my own voice again
My calendar keeps swallowing the seasons I watch the rain through tinted glass Tonight I leave one square wide open And let the evening tell me where
I want a life I haven't rehearsed Something beyond these glass and numbered floors If I walk out without a map Maybe I'll hear my own voice again
I'm scared the door might close behind me Still, I reach for the handle
I want a life I haven't rehearsed Something beyond these glass and numbered floors If I walk out without a map Maybe I'll hear my own voice again
Tomorrow, I'll take the stairs outside
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