I'm the Type

I’m the type of guy that wants to live life,
Not just in one place, not confined,
But out there, moving, always on the run,
Like a river flowing through lands unknown,
From hotel to hotel,
Where the sheets change with every dawn
And the view from the window shifts
Like a painter’s brush.

I’m the type of guy who craves the world,
The pulse of each city,
The hum of its streets in different tongues,
The way a café in Paris hums soft
While the markets in Lagos sing loud.
I want to taste it all,
To breathe the air of each country,
To feel the weight of a thousand skies above me,
Stretching out into infinity.

I’m not one for staying still—
Home isn’t where the heart is,
Home is where the next adventure starts.
Wherever I lay my head tonight,
That’s where the stories begin,
Whether it’s in a bustling city
Or a quiet town with streets like whispers.

I’m the type who dresses sharp,
Three-piece suits,
Clean lines, tailored fits,
Custom-made hats with brims that speak
Of a style both timeless and mine.
There’s something about walking through the world
Looking like you own every step,
Like each stride is a note in a smooth jazz tune,
A rhythm that no one else can catch.

But I’m also the type that knows
When to strip it down,
When casual calls for ease,
When a plain white tee
And sneakers feel like freedom
In a world that’s always dressed up.
Because comfort is key,
And sometimes, simplicity says more
Than anything too loud or sharp.

You’ll find me in jazz lounges,
Low lights and live bands,
A glass of wine in hand,
Sipping slow, feeling the music
Wrap around me like an old friend.
The notes rise, fall,
Like stories without words,
And I just sit back,
Letting the sound of the saxophone
Speak the language my soul already knows.

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