I am growing a beard
I hope it isn't weird
When I look into the mirror
Will I recognize myself
I don't want to look like someone else
I'm just trying to stay warm
I made a fire, one with a purpose
Everything I didn't need went inside it
And in the morning I felt so much better
Moving forward with next to nothing helps
I wish someone told me this was going to happen
But it was probably better that way
What is a life without any lessons
What is a story without a happy end