POP Music. Song: My Hobbies.

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Stacking books up by my window, looking for the perfect line,
Weekend baker, midnight painter, time for every little sign.
Making playlists for the season, trying every shade of tea,
Everything becomes a reason for some small discovery.

Learning chords on classic six-strings, painting faces on my shoes,
Stitching memories on a canvas, searching for the perfect hues.
Puzzle pieces spread before me, crosswords in the summer breeze,
Chasing joy in all these moments, simple pleasures put me at ease.

Morning sketches, silent reading, knitting scarves of every shade,
Star gazing from my window, losing hours as plans are made.
Daily rituals, little wonders, hobbies filling up my days,
Building castles in my daydreams, crafting worlds in different ways.

Late-night drives to nowhere special, polaroids on every wall,
Mixing scents and burning candles, seeing beauty in it all.
Jars of buttons, every color, folded notes and sticky stars,
Laughing at the mess I’ve made—it's proof of who we are.

That bridge is just a garden, where I plant what makes me smile,
Crocheted rainbows, lucky pennies, resting in my for-a-while.
Tiny seeds of fascination, sprouting up inside my mind,
Building worlds and filling pages with the joy I always find.

Now the solo takes me drifting, humming tunes I barely know,
Twisting wire, folding paper, letting all my worries go.
Paint-stained hands and flour faces, life is art in little things,
Everything’s a celebration when you let your spirit sing.

The build is slow, anticipation, one more picture, one more try,
Watching memories become treasures, letting old distractions fly.
Filling baskets, fixing bracelets, patching jeans with painted thread,
Every hobby tells the story of the life I’ve lived instead.

So many passions, undiscovered, waiting somewhere in the blue,
All these hobbies keep me breathing, always something new to do.
From the morning to the evening, I find magic where I roam,
Every piece a tiny monument to this life I’ve made my own.

And when the sun sets on a Sunday, and the quiet slows my mind,
I count my hobbies like my blessings—each a treasure I can find.
Filling time with gentle purpose as I watch the daylight fade,
Building happiness inside me with the little things I’ve made