Maps I Didn’t Draw

Woke up to the hum of everything too loud

Light cuts through the blinds like it’s breaking through the cloud

Every small step feels like a map I didn’t draw

Trying to keep my balance on a floor that always warps the law

People talk in colors I can’t always see

I nod like I’m inside it, but it’s drifting over me

Searching for a rhythm that won’t slip away

In a world that keeps on changing shape each day

And I’m holding on to pieces no one else can see

Building quiet systems just to feel like me

It’s a long road through the static and the strain

But I keep moving forward through the noise and the rain

Hands in my pockets just to steady what I feel

Like I’m translating moments that don’t sit still

Crowded rooms turn into echoes in my head

So I find the corners where the silence gets instead

They say “just be easy,” like it’s something I can turn on

But I’ve been learning different ways to carry on

Every day a puzzle with pieces out of place

Still I try to trace a pattern in the space

And I’m holding on to pieces no one else can see

Building quiet systems just to feel like me

It’s a long road through the static and the strain

But I keep moving forward through the noise and the rain

And I’m holding on to pieces no one else can see

Learning how to breathe inside uncertainty

It’s a long road through the static and the strain

But I keep moving forward… I keep moving through the rain