Paper Airplanes

I spent years in crowded rooms

Talking loud but saying nothing true

Wearing conversations like a borrowed coat

Watching days drift by without a note

Every time I almost reached for more

I pulled my hand back like before

Keeping pieces of myself unseen

Somewhere between who I was and who I'd been

Now I'm chasing paper airplanes in the wind

Not knowing where they'll land, but throwing them again

Every unanswered question, every imperfect line

Is slowly drawing out a life that's finally mine

I don't need a map tonight

I don't need to see the finish line

For the first time I can hear what's underneath

The noise that used to bury me

Found an old photograph inside a drawer

Of someone I had almost forgotten before

A kid who never worried about fitting in

Who laughed too loud and wore their heart on skin

Maybe all this time I've been

Trying to return to where I've never been

Not a place, not a memory

Just a version of myself still waiting to be free

Now I'm chasing paper airplanes in the wind

Not knowing where they'll land, but throwing them again

Every unanswered question, every imperfect line

Is slowly drawing out a life that's finally mine

I don't need a map tonight

I don't need to see the finish line

For the first time I can hear what's underneath

The noise that used to bury me

The cracks I tried so hard to hide

Are where the daylight slips inside

And all the years I called mistakes

Were only roads I had to take

Now the sky feels wider than before

And I'm not standing at the edge anymore

Every scar, every step, every doubt I knew

Brought me closer to the truth

No more shrinking when the world gets loud

No more disappearing in the crowd

With an open heart and shaking hands