- Halfway Chapters
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
2. Folded Letters
I read your message again
I don’t know if I should reply
You say it like it’s simple
Like nothing really changed
I read it through twice
Still don’t know what you mean
I hold the phone in my hand
Wait for something to land
I can’t hold it in
I can’t hold it in
I start to type, then erase it
Watch the words disappear
There’s a way I could say it
I just don’t make it clear
I let the silence sit
See what it does to me
I can’t hold it in
I can’t hold it in
Say it now or leave it
I can’t hold it in
I can’t hold it in
I can’t hold it in
3. Just One Glass
I pour a glass around 8:30
Call it winding down
It’s been a long day and I’m still switched on
I tell myself it’s nothing
Just a way to pause
Nothing dramatic
Just a little break
I’ve done this before
I’ll do it again
Just one glass
Just tonight
Just to smooth the noise inside
Just one glass
Nothing more
I’ve said that before
Phone buzzes past midnight
Old chats I can’t delete
Scrolling slowly
Let it run instead
Alarm comes too early
Head a little heavy
Coffee too strong
Promise I’ll skip it tomorrow
I’ve done this before
I’ll do it again
Just one glass
Just tonight
Just to smooth the noise inside
Just one glass
Nothing more
I’ve said that before
I could stop
I could walk away
I just don’t want to
Just one glass
Just tonight
Just to smooth the noise inside
Just one glass
Nothing more
I’ve said that before
4. Front Row Composure
You take your seat like it’s nothing
Smooth expression, well rehearsed
Every gesture calibrated
Say just enough, imply the worst
You tilt your head when you’re listening
Like you’re generous with space
But you’re scanning for advantage
While you’re smiling at my face
We both understand the setting
No one says it out loud
You play polite perfection
I don’t play to the crowd
Front Front row composure
Hands folded tight
Measured exposure
Everything tight
No sudden movements
No wasted breath
You watch the reaction
I watch what’s left
You adjust the conversation
Shift the focus when it suits
Drop a detail like it’s nothing
Keep the balance slightly loose
You call it being careful
I call it being known
You don’t like loose endings
You prefer them overthrown
We don’t need confession
We don’t need proof
You manage perception
I manage the truth
Front row composure
Hands folded tight
Measured exposure
Everything tight
No sudden movements
No wasted breath
You watch the reaction
I watch what’s left
You lean in closer
Lower your tone
Ask if I noticed
How much you’ve grown
I say I’ve noticed
That’s technically true
Growth looks different
Depending on who
Front row composure
Hands folded tight
Measured exposure
Everything tight
No sudden movements
No wasted breath
You watch the reaction
I watch what’s left