Steps Become Journeys

Funny thing about getting somewhere— You don't notice you're leaving

until you look behind you.

So keep walking.

Backpack on my shoulders,

whole world down the street,

Didn't know where I was going,

just knew how to move my feet.

Then childhood got smaller,

keys replaced the bike,

First apartment, empty fridge,

wondering what comes next in life.

Mattress sitting on the floor,

bills sitting by the door,

Had exactly fucking nothing— still kept looking for some more.

One room became another,

every ceiling came and went— Funny how your whole damn life becomes

somewhere that you've been.

KEEP WALKING!

EVERYTHING AROUND ME CHANGES!

New walls! New nights!

New numbers! New faces!

I don't need to know where the fucking road goes— I JUST

KNOW I'M FURTHER THAN I WAS A YEAR AGO!

Keep walking! Let the old world disappear!

Same feet, new ground,

another fucking year! Everything behind me

used to feel like everything— NOW LOOK HOW SMALL IT GETS WHEN

YOU JUST KEEP MOVING!

Work boots, sawdust, sun coming through the frame,

Eight hours building houses,

nighttime building something strange.

Laptop open, eyes red,

trying shit that didn't work,

Make it, break it,

change it, then get up and go to work.

Office lights, numbers moving,

one idea finally lands,

People saying 'Where'd that come from?' like it fell into my hands.

Then the room gets bigger,

better clothes, another view,

Places I once stared inside now I'm casually walking through.

But I learned something funny when the doors finally swung—

Every place you dream of reaching

has another road beyond.

Bright lights.

Two seventeen.

Whole room dancing— I'm still moving through the scene.

Could stop here.

Could call this enough.

Nah. Turn that motherfucker up.

Same kid. Same feet.

Different road underneath.

I've been broke.

I've been lost. I've been sure I fucking failed.

But somehow every road I left became another story told.

So am I there yet?

Who fucking cares?

KEEP WALKING! EVERYTHING AROUND ME CHANGES!

Old rooms! New roads!

New dreams! New places!

Let me love where I've been without living there forever— EVERY STEP

I TAKE PUTS ANOTHER WORLD TOGETHER!

KEEP WALKING! I can see behind me now!

Every place that felt enormous looks a little smaller now!

No finish! No ending!

Just another road unfolding— I DON'T NEED TO KNOW WHERE I'M GOING

TO KNOW I'M FUCKING GOING!

Still walking.