what do I tell myself? he hopes I don’t miss out on life’s beautiful details.
i tell myself who i am, who i’m striving to be.
i imagine to myself the places i’ll go. oh the places i’ll go.
i make promises to do better.
i think of what it would be like to go to new york tonight, just because i feel like it.
i taste innocence found only in a garden strawberry.
i question myself inside without letting it show on the outside.
i tell myself i’ll experience everything.
i tell myself to have patience.
i feel the rough lines of the willow tree trunk, the branches brushing my summer skin.
i think about the children i’ll have one day, if their hair will be curly, if their eyes blue.
i wonder what it would be like to be in the shoes of forester.
i tell myself to give my hands up to the souls who need them.
i hear the inaudible melody the sunlight makes dancing on the walls through the curtains.
i tell myself today is mine.
i tell myself who i am, who i’m striving to be.
i imagine to myself the places i’ll go. oh the places i’ll go.
i make promises to do better.
i think of what it would be like to go to new york tonight, just because i feel like it.
i taste innocence found only in a garden strawberry.
i question myself inside without letting it show on the outside.
i tell myself i’ll experience everything.
i tell myself to have patience.
i feel the rough lines of the willow tree trunk, the branches brushing my summer skin.
i think about the children i’ll have one day, if their hair will be curly, if their eyes blue.
i wonder what it would be like to be in the shoes of forester.
i tell myself to give my hands up to the souls who need them.
i hear the inaudible melody the sunlight makes dancing on the walls through the curtains.
i tell myself today is mine.
