The Blueprint's Blurry

Woke up this morning with a ghost in my head

Not a spooky one, just all the things I haven't said

All the futures I've tried on, hung back in the closet

The ones that looked so shiny, now just collecting dust, I guess it's

Hard to pick a color when the rainbow's so wide

And every single shade has got a place to hide

A whisper saying "Be this," a shout saying "Be that,"

And I'm just stuck here spinning like a kitten chasing a flat

Oh, the blueprint's blurry, the compass spins so fast

This never-ending battle for a self that's built to last

I'm a sketch in progress, a chapter yet untold

Still figuring out the story, still fighting for the gold

It's a beautiful, confusing, frustrating, hopeful war

To know who I am and what I'm truly fighting for.

[Verse 2[

Some days I'm a painter with colors on my hands

Ready to create new worlds across unfamiliar lands

The next I'm a scientist, searching for the proof

That there's a real me hiding underneath this roof

I read all the books, took all the online tests

To put this restless spirit finally to rest

They gave me a label, but it didn't quite fit

Like trying to wear a helmet when all you need is wit.

Oh, the blueprint's blurry, the compass spins so fast

This never-ending battle for a self that's built to last

I'm a sketch in progress, a chapter yet untold

Still figuring out the story, still fighting for the gold

It's a beautiful, confusing, frustrating, hopeful war

To know who I am and what I'm truly fighting for.

And some people find it early, they plant their flag and stay

But I'm still wandering the desert at the close of every day

Maybe the point isn't landing, maybe the point is the flight

To keep on chasing sunrises even through the dark of night

'Cause maybe the 'me' I'm searching for isn't one set thing

Maybe it's the rhythm, the constant, powerful swing.

Oh, the blueprint's blurry, the compass spins so fast

This never-ending battle for a self that's built to last

I'm a sketch in progress, a chapter yet untold

Still figuring out the story, still fighting for the gold

It's a beautiful, confusing, frustrating, hopeful war

To know who I am and what I'm truly fighting for.

Yeah, the fight is never ending, but I'm learning how to breathe

In the chaos of the choices, in the futures I believe

I don't know who I'll be tomorrow, and that's okay for tonight

'Cause I'm showing up to battle, and I'm bringing my own light.