Broken: Spontaneity

Here's the thing, the thing I never told, I don't actually have a plan, Each day I wake up, look in the mirror, And all I see is bland, There's no next week, no next month, Certainly no five year goal, The only thing I have in store, Is to watch me getting old, But the thing is, you know what, I'm happy with no map, It means I can forever live in now, Things around me can adapt, Spontaneous is my way of life, Every moment is loud and proud, Living with no plans to take my time, Living within without.