This is your middle chapter

Every story has an ending

Every ending plants a seed

You keep asking where to start from

Like you lost the opening scene

But the prologue’s in the rearview

Credits for this part come late

You’re standing in the middle

Of a life you helped create

This is your middle chapter

The page you tried to skip

All the quiet missing footage

All the times you almost quit

This is not where it starts

Not where it ends

Those doors already swung

You’re in the middle chapter of your story

Where you remember you’re the one

You’ve been scrolling your old pictures

Like the plot was better then

Or fast‑forward in your daydreams

Till the struggle’s neatly penned

But the gold is in the grocery lines

The rain on late‑night walks

The trembling in your honest voice

When you finally choose to talk

This is your middle chapter

The page you tried to skip

All the quiet missing footage

All the times you almost quit

This is not where it starts

Not where it ends

Those doors already swung

You’re in the middle chapter of your story

Where you remember you’re the one

You didn’t see the camera roll

When you broke and then you healed

You thought it didn’t count as growth

If nobody could see it

Feel it

But every unseen turning

Every almost

Every miss

Is ink that’s still wet on the paper

You’re not done with this (oh no)

This is your middle chapter

The page you tried to skip

All the quiet missing footage

All the times you almost quit

This is not where it starts

Not where it ends

Those doors already swung

You’re in the middle chapter of your story

Where you remember you’re the one