When the road bends out of sight, that’s the proof I’m going deep and far, I’m becoming—steadfastly. In the curve I’m learning to ride.
Quiet and neat,
One right turn after another,
like a step you can repeat.
But the road kept changing colors,
when the summer turned to gray,
And every “almost” taught me what I really couldn’t say.
No, I won’t pretend it’s simple,
When the struggle has -
its own complex ingredients—
Still I’m learning how to listen
To the version of the story I haven’t known.
Life is not a straight line,
It’s an iterative cycle of trying,
It’s a storm and then a sunrise,
It’s the climb that comes with crying.
If I miss a turn, I’m not lost—
I’m just rerouting through-
the color of landscape.
Every turning point need a compass now,
Every change brings a little better to-advance the world.
I’ve walked through quiet seasons,
where the answers haven’t come,
Where the land of my kind had my footsteps,
and my mind felt open wide,
I lost some things I thought were anchors,
watched them drift away,
But I found new roots inside me,
growing stronger with the time passing by
And the plans I held so tightly
Were just guesses I made in time—
Now I let the wind remind me
I can change and still be my life
Life is not a straight line,
It’s a step to step of trying,
It’s a storm and then a sunrise,
It’s the climb that comes with crying.
If I miss a turn, I’m not lost—
I’m just rerouting through the weather,
Every scar a little compass now,
Every breath a little better.
So turn the page, not the whole book,
Take the lesson, leave the past behind,
Walk with value through the detours—
This is how my gut understands my inner strength.
And if tomorrow’s heavy,
We can carry it together—
Step by step, not perfect—but
We’re still getting closer to the better realm
Life is not a straight line,
It’s a thousand ways of moving around,
Not the end of every chapter—
Just the page where change is thriving.
When the road bends out of sight,
That’s the proof I’m going deep and far,
I’m becoming—steadfastly —
In the curve I’m learning to ride.
Yeah, life is not a straight line…
But it’s mine.
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