Maybe it's my dropping eyes,
Tiered from all they've seen
Or my aching legs,
Sore from all the places they've explored

Maybe it's just the fact that I have a smile
And it's no longer a imposter on my face
Like I'm meant to be happy,
Meant to have enjoyed the day

For the first time in a while,
I have lived my day
I didn't sit there writting about others,
Instead I was the center of my story

For the first time in a while,
Im not ready for bed,
Because I want to be done with the day
Instead I'm ready,
Because I've had a fulfilling day,
And I'm ready for another