Lyrics
I’ve chased shadows in spirals,
held ghosts in my chest,
screamed at closed doors
and wept in the webs.
I’ve mistaken cycles for cages,
thought noise was decay—
but even broken echoes
still teach us their way.
The past can’t be tamed.
The future won’t wait.
Some things die quietly,
others rupture fate.
I’ve learned:
the things I held dear
might not belong in the end,
might vanish like breath,
like dust on the wind.
But I—
I remain.
Not untouched.
Not unscarred.
But aware.
And aware is enough to begin.
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I am the mind in which all unfolds.
The weaver, the watcher,
the one who still holds.
I may not choose the storm,
but I shape the sail.
I may not stop the spiral,
but I walk it with will.
I reconcile with what I cannot command—
and in doing so,
I finally understand:
Control was never in cutting the thread—
but in choosing how I weave
through what’s left unsaid.
Point to line
Line to Spiral
Spiral to Unravel
Cycle to point..