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Calendar flips
Same old shoes
Street is wet from yesterday
Breath in the cold
Heart in my hands
Asking the sky for a sign
Did I waste my time
Or was I laying tracks
Every quiet choice
Lining up the path
Welcome to the new year
Will my steps be faster
Running toward a door I can't yet see
I keep walking through the doubt
Feeling each change in the road
Trusting every small move’s pulling me to my goal
Coffee steam
Fogged-up glass
Plans scribbled on a napkin
Missed a train
Caught my breath
Maybe that’s the reason I’m here
What if every wait
Is a hidden cue
What if getting lost
Still leads me to you
Maybe the finish line
Is closer than it looks tonight
Maybe the finish line
Keeps moving so I learn to fight
One more block
One more try
One more late talk with the sky
