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A recorded reading of “Own My Life (Tonight)”. If the player does not load, use the original audio source.
Boots lace tight at the kitchen sink; the calendar’s torn mouth scowls. I thumb my name on fog, then swap it for the shine of a puddled shopfront. Every “wait” lifts a boom gate in my ribs. One count—cut— a kick drum starts in the sternum. I step in, scuffed but counted, here; palms find grit, and the road answers like a crowd.
Alternative version
Same walls. Same view. Laces knotted, lungs loud. “Be realistic” shadows the room; I step past it. My heart carries a drumline. I quit the someday. Stop—this is my life: I cross without waiting for green. A map of dents folds in my pocket; each no feeds the fire. I used to beg to shine; now I flash and go. I own my life—tonight.
Lyrics
(Oh—) (Yeah—) (Ready?) (Go.) I wake up, same walls, same view, Same “be realistic” from the room. I tie my laces, breathe in loud, I’m not here to blend into the crowd. They say “slow down”, I say “watch me,” I’ve been small, now I’m breaking free. I don’t need a perfect plan— I just need my feet to land. I’ve been holding my breath for too long, Living quiet like it’s safer to be wrong. But my heart’s got a drumline inside, And tonight I’m done with the “someday” lie. This is my life— This is my life (my life), I’m lighting it up, Hands in the air, yeah, I’m never giving up. I’m not gonna wait for a green-light sign, I’m stepping out, I’m crossing the line. This is my time (my time), hear the city collide, I’m singing it loud with the world outside— (Whoa-oh-oh) I’m alive tonight, (Whoa-oh-oh) this is my life. I’ve got a map made of dents and dreams, Cheap-seat nights and busted seams. I’ve been told “you’re too much, relax,” But I’m done shrinking for comfort acts. I miss the bus, I take the run, I turn my doubt into gasoline. Every “no” just feeds the fire, Every fall just pulls me clean. I’ve been holding my breath for too long, Trying not to shake the boat I’m on. But the waves don’t scare me anymore, I was born for the open roar. Say it— This is my life (my life)… (Heartbeat… don’t you quit on me.) I used to beg for permission to shine, Now I’m done asking strangers to define What I can be, where I should go— I’m not a maybe, I’m a “let’s go.” Click— This is my life (my life)… I own my life—
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