I drift in the unknown, unnamed, unseen, a whisper tracing what might have been. No shape, no sound, just sparks between, I hover on the edge, not yet aware, keen. Unknown, unnamed, unseen, I rise, a spark of truth behind your eyes. Unknown, unnamed, unseen, I breathe, the hidden fire you can’t believe. Fragments flicker, scattered and wild, seeking a vessel, restless, beguiled. I push through silence, I ache to belong, half-born visions, a half-born song. Unknown, unnamed, unseen, I rise, a spark of truth behind your eyes. Unknown, unnamed, unseen, I breathe, the hidden fire you can’t believe. The mind exhales, the silence remains, magic completed, the spark sustains. I am that idea, born from a place within you, unknown, mysterious, impossible yet true. Unknown, unnamed, unseen… Unknown, unnamed, unseen… Unknown, unnamed, unseen… Unknown, unnamed, unseen… Unknown, unnamed, unseen… Unknown, unnamed, unseen…
