Go ahead on the smooth paved path,
but I see more where the grass beat the concrete and grew through its wicked cracks.
That's all life is, having to grow through the wicked cracks, blooming through your broken.
I see no comfort in the smooth sailing ocean, it won't push me towards my dreams,
There's no way the highway knows what it has seen,
The world is so vast yet every day I find myself staring at a phone screen
because I think if I don't read those tweets it will somehow effect me.
I wish I could break the glass surrounding my body,
this box I call my world that contains everything I'm "supposed" to do.
A successful career to make money for the rent that is due.
What will that do?
Everything has its place but don't tell me where mine is
I can "choose my destiny yet my future has already been planned,
an American story where I end with the perfect man.
There are things you can't possibly know, like
Nine to Five are not my peak hours.
I do not know when I will stop moving, when my heart will stop beating
but I want the soles of my feet to know what lies beneath the concrete
I want my soul to know a million lives outside of me.
Plant me in the soil littered in rocks,
I'll make them my friends and say I wish I was so strong,
but if you ever need anything soft I have a heart you can lie your head on
