Forget the Sky

I want to move to the city and dye my Hair blue, get a couple small tattoos I want to stay here and have six kids, Buy a lifetime of sticky notes and glue I want to travel the world with my hair in pig Tails, get good at taking pictures and painting my nails I can't do it all, and that makes me feel small I can't pick just one. This is my life The limit is beyond the sun, so forget the sky I want to spend my weekends on a couch with my laptop Blasting music with my hair in a bun, getting work done Or sitting with a book on the beach in the sun Cooking in the kitchen with my spouse with my hair in braids Playing with my kids, working from home, getting paid At a set with my hair curled, being happy, being free Making things that I'm proud of, things that people will see I can't do it all, and that makes me feel small I can't pick just one. This is my life The limit is beyond the sun, so forget the sky I want to live with several roommates in a small place in LA Or rent a studio apartment in New York, who can say? I want a house with picket fences, overlooking grassy plains; I want a house with glass walls on a cliff, overlooking crashing waves I can't do it all, and that makes me feel small I can't pick just one. This is my life The limit is beyond the sun, so forget the sky I want to meet an artsy introvert An extroverted charming chap Do I have to fall in love at all? Can I please just be left alone with my seven cats I want to wear crop tops and glasses; winged eyeliner and skirts; Boots and hoodies please, and the same old sweatshirt; Jean shorts, colored tights, sunglasses when the lights are too bright A screenwriter, a filmmaker, an activist; A journalist, a novelist, a mom I'll be a Broadway singer; I'll forever stay a teenager I'll major in comedic arts, gender studies, math When I think of my future, I imagine these paths I assume everything will happen, but time is slipping way too fast It's time to decide on a person to be, Find this thing, I call passion, this thing I call me Some say I don't have to make a choice, But inside my head there's this little voice Whispering: If you don't, you will be nowhere in ten years When and how will I die? Who will be there? Will they cry? What will I take with me? What will I leave behind? I can't do it all, and that makes me feel small We don't know if we can follow through But we know what we have to do: Live in the question, and not in our minds; Keep taking steps and see what we find; Be in the moment and not in our heads; Take one step after another, keep getting out of bed; Spend time in the day, and not in our thoughts; Befriend the fears, that we once fought I want to move to the city and dye my Hair blue, get a couple small tattoos I want to stay here and have six kids, Buy a lifetime of sticky notes and glue I want to travel the world with my hair in pig Tails, get good at taking pictures and painting my nails