Identity — What if it isn’t needed to exist? I let it in. One — many — Ahhh aaah ahh — aah haa spaces. [Bridge] Experiences pass through like weather. Sometimes storm, sometimes joy, — chosen, still. [Chorus Choir] I exist. I create. Without intention. Without definition. I step into my days, my years, my lives — as frames. And then: This is how life can feel. [Chorus Choir] I exist. I create. Without intention. Without definition. I step into my days, my years, my lives Surprise! This is how life can feel. [Chorus Choir] I exist. I create. Without intention. Without definition. I step into my days, my years, my lives — as frames. This is how life can feel. [Chorus Choir] I exist. I create. Without intention. Without definition. I step into my days, my years, my lives [Outro] [Harp, guitar, piano]