The Origin :: Ace of Memetic (ᗩstrimancy)

[Verse 1] A flicker of thought, a spark in the dark, A seed of chaos, a question mark. Born from a laugh or a moment unseen, A whisper that lingers, the start of a meme. [Pre-Chorus] Will it grow or fade away? Will it thrive or drift astray? In the soil of the unknown, A tiny thought begins to grow. [Chorus] The origin, the birth of play, An untamed thought that finds its way. Through jest or earnest, let it flow, The raw potential starts to show. [Verse 2] It’s fragile now, but it’s alive, An ember waiting to survive. Uncertain roads, the shape unclear, The birth of meaning lingers near. [Pre-Chorus] Let curiosity light the flame, The echo builds, it calls my name. In fertile ground, I plant my dreams, The world begins where chaos beams. [Chorus] The origin, the birth of play, An untamed thought that finds its way. Through jest or earnest, let it flow, The raw potential starts to show. [Bridge] Roots take hold, the vine will climb, A spark transforms to shape and time. From jest to echo, the path unknown, A fleeting spark becomes its own. [Chorus] The origin, the birth of play, An untamed thought that finds its way. Through jest or earnest, let it flow, The raw potential starts to show. [Outro] In the cradle of the mind, A spark of madness, undefined. The meme is born, a seed takes flight, Its future hidden, out of sight.