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