Windshield Glass

SWBEATS @ SUNO • 2026 • 😎 Checking the bathroom mirror, noticing the shift. Always waiting for that one emotional lift. I keep crossing off days, thinking I'll arrive. But I'm just playing the reruns to survive. I stay glued to the rearview, watching yesterday retreat. Why is the history section the only thing I read? I need to face forward, look through the windshield glass. Stop dragging this luggage from a expired past. They claim tomorrow is a present, but my hands are tied. Gripping the teenage years I left outside. Just want to face the front. Every birthday dinner feels like a heavy tax. Blowing out the candles, trying to relax. I constantly replay the late nights from my prime. Now those old routines are eating up my time. I stay glued to the rearview, watching yesterday retreat. Why is the history section the only thing I read? I need to face forward, look through the windshield glass. Stop dragging this luggage from a expired past. They claim tomorrow is a present, but my hands are tied. Gripping the teenage years I left outside. Just want to face the front. Drop the bags from the old days, let the background blur. I am exhausted from being my own prisoner. Turn my eyes to the morning, let the prologue close. Find out where the highway actually goes. I need to face forward, look through the windshield glass. Stop dragging this luggage from a expired past. They claim tomorrow is a present, but my hands are tied. Gripping the teenage years I left outside. Just want to face the front. Face the front. Leave the luggage behind. Look forward.