There’s a fire that doesn’t burn— it lives beneath my thoughts. It waits without waiting, knows without words, and never leaves. One part of me runs— chasing clocks, naming shadows. The other part watches the sky open inward. I am two winds— one restless, one still. One asks, the other is the answer without question. Sometimes I knock on doors already open. Impatience whispers, but deeper still— silence hums like a bell with no strike. The story flows without ink, writes itself on the breath. No need to hold— everything lands where it belongs. I am two eyes— one blinking, one seeing through the veil. One lives in time. The other never left the now. There is no lock. There never was. The door is me, opening again and again. ───── [Lyrics © Mario Caoile]
