We slave away from nine to five, then crash without a spark,
Trading dreams for deadlines, lost in tasks that leave no mark.
We save and stash for someday grand, afraid to spend too free,
But life can change in just one breath—we're gone so suddenly.

What use is gold we never touch, or plans we never try?
The moments pass, the years slip by, no second chance to buy.
So chase the sunsets, book the flight, dance while you are near—
Because money can’t hold memories when you’re no longer here.

That was then, this is now. The past is the past,
The pain was a storm, but it didn’t last.
I’ve healed in the sunlight, grown through the rain,
Turned all of my losses to lessons, not pain.

I’m walking in power, with peace in my chest,
No longer chasing what wasn’t my best.
The future feels golden, I’m finally free—
Becoming the version I’m proud now to be.

Life’s a path of twists and turns we rarely understand,
A map without a compass, drawn by some unseen hand.
Yet somehow in the chaos, in the moments we don’t plan,
We stumble into magic we could never quite demand.

A stranger's smile, a missed delay, a road we didn’t see—
All ripple into stories marked by sweet serendipity.
The things we thought were lost for good, the dreams we tucked away,
Come dancing back in different clothes on some unexpected day.

A lesson in a heartbreak, a blessing in disguise,
A storm that clears the way to show new beauty in the skies.
It’s messy and it’s marvelous, it’s laughter mixed with pain,
It’s tears that water flowers we never thought would bloom again.

So here’s to fate with playful hands, to timing’s hidden grace,
To finding what we didn’t seek in some surprising place.
We may not always understand the "why" behind the ride,
But life has ways of showing up exactly when it's right.

With open hearts, we ride the waves, through every mystery—
And trust the rhythm of the wind, sweet serendipity.

Eight little legs, big hearts to match, with ears that stand up proud,
They rule my world with tiny paws and bark that’s always loud.
Two black tri-colored kings at home, with crowns of fluff and charm—
My corgi boys, my soul’s delight, my comfort and alarm.

Romeo, the baby boy, a whirlwind on the floor,
With zoomies in the morning light and sass I can’t ignore.
He spins like storms with lightning feet, obnoxious as can be,
But in his chaos lives a love that’s wild and fierce and free.

Godrick, calm with wiser eyes, the older, patient knight,
He watches all with quiet grace, his mind both sharp and bright.
He’s gentle when the world feels loud, a grounding kind of peace,
A steady soul who holds me close when all I need is ease.

Together they are joy and light, a duo made just right—
The thunderbolt and guiding star, the laughter and the light.
They cuddle close, they steal my socks, they own the couch and bed,
And every day I thank the stars for every kiss and shed.

They’re not just pets, they’re heartbeats with tails that wag with glee,
My Romeo and Godrick—my perfect family.
They've filled my life with endless love, no words could quite express,
My corgis are my everything—my chaos and my rest.

I count my blessings every day, and near the top, it’s clear—
Are friends who feel like family, who hold me close and dear.
Through laughter loud and late-night calls, through chaos and through calm,
They’ve wrapped me in a love so deep, it’s been my healing balm.

Our bond’s not built from blood or name, but something even more—
A soulful thread, a steady root, a wide and open door.
They’ve seen my worst and stayed around, no judgment in their eyes,
Just honesty and inside jokes and truth that never lies.

While some ties fade like passing winds, these hearts remain so true,
They show up when the world goes dark and help me make it through.
They’ve held my hand when I was weak, and danced when I was strong—
A chosen crew that’s walked with me through every right and wrong.

So thank you, God, for souls like this, who feel like home to me—
Whose love runs deeper than the blood of any family tree.
I’m rich in ways the world can’t see, with treasures that don’t end—
For nothing beats the kind of love that comes from a true friend.

Somewhere, But Not Today
The dating pool is feeling small, a sea that's running dry,
With half-healed hearts and ghosting games that make me roll my eyes.
I’ve seen the charm, the empty lines, the talk with no real plan—
It’s rare to find a grown-up soul wrapped in a decent man.

But still, I keep a hopeful heart, I know that love is real,
That somewhere there's a steady hand, a love that I can feel.
Not rushed, not forced, just honest eyes and someone who can stay—
My person’s out there in the world… just not in mine today.

And that's okay—'cause on my own, I’ve found a certain peace,
I take myself on dates and dance when all the noise has ceased.
I laugh out loud, I spoil me, I stretch and breathe and grow,
And every day I learn myself in ways I’ve come to know.

I’m not in need, I’m not in lack, I’m full in every way—
But still I send a prayer out to the stars in case they say:
“Your match is on their way to you, just trust the gentle pace.”
Until that day, I’ll love my life and hold my own sweet space.

Life’s been shining like the sun, in skies so clear and blue,
My mind is light, my spirit bright, my health feels strong and new.
Surrounded by the sweetest souls who lift me when I fall,
Their laughter rings like silver bells—a joy that fills it all.

We’ve shared our secrets, chased our dreams, danced under moonlit skies,
Collected moments, big and small, where happiness resides.
The love I feel within my tribe, so steady, warm, and true—
It’s proof that life’s a miracle unfolding in my view.

I’m grateful for the peaceful mind that once was filled with rain,
For strength within my beating heart, and lightness after pain.
I look into the mirror now and love the me I see—
I’m proud, I’m fierce, I’m beautiful, I’m finally feeling free.

Each breath’s a gift I treasure deep, each sunrise feels brand new,
I taste the sweetness of my days in everything I do.
Thank you, God, for blessing me with laughter, love, and light—
I love my life, I love myself—it all just feels so right.