Lyric

I carried a future like a bright uniform

Wore it until the seams gave way

Every corridor asked for my name

Then changed the rules mid-sentence

I learned to smile in crowded rooms

While my thoughts stayed somewhere else

The plans I swore were permanent

Became receipts I couldn’t keep

A wind I stopped believing in

Kept moving through the same old streets

Let it pull me forward

Not as proof, but as a pulse

Let it cut a cleaner angle

Through the noise I couldn’t solve

If I’m late to my own life

I’m early to the next

I don’t need a perfect ending

Just a direction I can trust

Years stacked up like quiet metal

Heavy, but still mine to hold

I watched my days become efficient

And my heart become controlled

Sometimes I lost what mattered most

Under calendars and calls

Sometimes I forgot my own voice

Because everyone had one

Let it pull me forward

Not as proof, but as a pulse

Let it cut a cleaner angle

Through the noise I couldn’t solve

If I’m late to my own life

I’m early to the next

I don’t need a perfect ending

Just a direction I can trust

Hands beside me, steady rhythm

Laughs that don’t require a mask

We speak in small, honest signals

Not in roles we have to act

September waits beyond the workload

Not a rescue, just a start

I can’t carry every world alone

But I can carry my part

Let it pull us forward

Not as proof, but as a pulse

Let it draw a new horizon

From the life we almost lost

If we’re late to our own lives

We’re early to what’s next

We don’t need a perfect ending

Just a direction we can trust