Twenty-five years; the choices we never expect to have to make
Rights and wrongs blurred, smudged, blended; sugar-coated; deep-fried
Anticipation is no use; left field; no clue
We grow or die
The mind is a cage, or boundless
Love and pain – are reflections – the same
And you have to know both – or you’re chained – to one or the other
Twenty-five years; the tunnels are winding and I’m looking for my shadow
But it’s just me; my mind; my body; my choices
I dropped the map – it didn’t make sense anyways – I started following my intuition
No rules; no business; no more pleasing others
I am self-seeking
My language is forgiveness – my rhythm matches water
Twenty-five years; I have a heavy but wild heart
I am whole and wide-eyed; grounded; awake; fearless and free
Liars don’t shake me; the past doesn’t chase me; I know what I need