I lived the life they told me to,
with steady hands, with “yes” and “true,”
but deep inside a fire burned,
for paths unwalked, for dreams unlearned.
I counted days, I chased the years,
I swallowed laughter, hide my tears.
I wore the mask, I played the role,
but left untouched my naked soul.
Now silence hums, the clock runs slow,
the curtain whispers, “Time to go.”
And I must ask before I fall—
did I ever live at all?
Not in houses, not in gold,
not in stories others told—
but in the breath that dares to sing,
in the joy of wanting everything.
So let me go with music loud,
with laughter breaking through the crowd.
I cannot change the days long gone,
but I can choose this final song.