Stillness hanging in the quiet room First light rising, I’m easing into it No need to rush through the pages of grey I’ve got nothing to prove to the light of the day Alarm goes off, I don’t jump to the sound While most people move, I just settle it down I’m folding the edges, seeing the seam Waking up slowly from the collective dream If you ask me a question, I might say "I don't know" And I’m cool with that, yeah, the ego’s on the shelf There’s a whole lot of freedom when you let the truth grow Just building the logic by testing myself It’s a low-key frequency, a different kind of smart Not about the finish line, it’s about the art I don’t know, and I’m fine with the void The echo of certainty I usually avoid Let the arguments fall like leaves in the yard I walked past a crowd, they were shouting for a win Debating on a topic that’s paper thin I’m not "busy" baby, I’m just being effective Keeping the focus, staying reflective They hear me go quiet and think I’m unsure But I’m choosing my moment, I don’t need the floor Energy is precious, I’m careful how I move I’ve got a world in my head with nothing to prove When the light pulls back and the quiet leans in The thoughts get sharp underneath the skin There’s a mess on the table, a map of the mind Notes in the margins, leaving the rigid behind It’s not what I’m holding, it’s what I can leave The space I reserve for the things I believe Everything in its own design It’s a low-key frequency, a different kind of smart Not about the finish line, it’s about the art I don’t know, and I’m fine with the void The echo of certainty I usually avoid Let the arguments fall like leaves in the yard Just watch it grow The quiet kind of knowing Wait for the signal The sign Low-key
