Some plans disappear
without anything going wrong.
Halfway Chapters finds Lisa Coles taking stock at thirty-five, looking at the ambitions, choices and versions of the future that once seemed certain. Some happened, some didn’t, and some simply stopped mattering. Rather than mourning what has passed, she begins to see the years ahead as something still hers to shape.
I stand in front of the mirror tonight
Pull out the old photos from the shelf
Laugh at the plans that I once held tight
Think how quietly some dreams left themselves
Thirty-five and the clock keeps moving
Half the chapters behind, half still to write
Time to stop chasing what’s always proven
Empty and start building something that’s right
Halfway through, but I’m not done
All the years I’ve lost, all the miles I’ve run
I’ve got just as many ahead as behind
Time to hold the truths I can find
I remember nights I stayed up awake
Sketching the futures that never came
Some roads I chose, some I let break
Some doors closed quietly without blame
Thirty-five and the clock keeps moving
Half the chapters behind, half still to write
Time to stop chasing what’s always proven
Empty and start building something that’s right
Halfway through, but I’m not done
All the years I’ve lost, all the miles I’ve run
I’ve got just as many ahead as behind
Time to hold the truths I can find
I don’t need the applause or the fame
Just the quiet proof that I played my game
Every small choice, every late-night fight
Shapes the half ahead I hold in sight
Halfway through, but I’m not done
All the years I’ve lost, all the miles I’ve run
I’ve got just as many ahead as behind
Time to hold the truths I can find