900 Lights up (Very Late hehe…)

Whoa… yeah…

Didn’t think I’d make it here, but look at that—

900 lights up in the sky tonight.

I was supposed to stop at eight-nine-nine,

but the muse hit back like “one more time.”

I blinked once, now I’m way off track—

my playlist’s screaming “hey, turn back!”

But I can’t stop, no I love this ride,

my brain throws beats like a fire inside.

Every idea says “post me now,”

and suddenly I’m past the line… somehow.

But maybe that’s the magic in me,

losing count when I’m feeling free.

Who said milestones gotta go to plan?

Guess I’m too busy becoming who I am.

So light it up for the 900th tonight,

I’m dancing past the finish line, alive.

Didn’t stick the landing but I hit the vibe—

hey, that’s just how my chaos shines.

Raise it up for the songs I overshot,

I got carried away—guess I do that a lot.

But if this is wrong, I don’t wanna be right—

’cause 900 songs later,

I’m still burning bright.

Everyone’s like “girl, how’d you miss the mark?”

But inspiration hit me after dark.

I swear I meant to celebrate the goal—

not sprint 35 tracks past control.

It’s a talent, honestly, can’t deny—

overshooting every finish line.

But hey, at least the music’s good—

accidental legend? Yeah, understood.

’Cause every beat that I drop is me,

and maybe I’m a little messy.

But milestones bend when my heart expands—

I guess my fire just never lands.

So light it up for the 900th tonight,

I’m dancing past the finish line, alive.

Didn’t stick the landing but I hit the vibe—

hey, that’s just how my chaos shines.

Raise it up for the songs I overshot,

I got carried away—guess I do that a lot.

But if this is wrong, I don’t wanna be right—

’cause 900 songs later,

I’m still burning bright.

Maybe numbers don’t define the art,

maybe passion’s just a wild heart.

And if I miss a milestone or two…

hey, that just means more songs for you.

So light it up for the 900th tonight,

glow so bright we outshine the night.

I didn’t keep count but I kept the spark—

and 900 songs later,

I’m leaving my mark.

Raise it high, let the whole world see—

I wasn’t perfect, but I was free.

Here’s to chaos, sound, and life—

here’s to 900 dreams taking flight.