09/27/2023
Wrong Style…
Drifting down the river, on a course unplanned,
I've been riding the current, like grains of sand.
Got caught up in a whirlwind of the wrong design,
Living each day, but it feels like borrowed time.
My heart's been yearning for a change,
To break free from this misguided range.
I'll find my rhythm, in the midst of the storm,
Discover my purpose, transform and reform.
Flowing through life on a wrong style,
But I'll rise above, find my own mile.
Embrace the lessons from every wrong turn,
In the dance of mistakes, it's my chance to learn.
Lost in the noise of a world that's fast,
Chasing empty dreams, they never seem to last.
It's time to pause, reflect on my stride,
Adjust the sails, find a truer guide.
I won't let regrets define my days,
I'll rewrite the script, find my own ways.
Through twists and detours, I'll find the light,
Turning wrong into right, in this endless fight.
With newfound purpose, I'll chart my course,
Unfurl my dreams, unleash their force.
Every stumble and tumble, a part of the ride,
I'll navigate life, with confidence as my guide.
