Bass in my chest like thunder rolling Soft but heavy, slow controlling Thought come knocking at the door But I don’t live there anymore Wind move through me, cool and low Seasons shift but I don’t go Summer heat and winter rain None of it can take my name I used to grab every feeling Turn a cloud into a ceiling Say “this means something about me” Now I let it move right through me It’s just weather in my field Nothing here I have to hold Storm can rise, sun can set Sky ain’t never been controlled I am the sky Wide and open I am the sky Not the moment Let it pass Let it fly I am not the storm I am the sky Life don’t come with labels printed No built-in script, no meaning minted Empty space until I speak And what I call it, that’s what I keep If I name it fear, it tightens If I name it growth, it heightens Experience bends and shapes Around the words my mind creates But behind the naming Behind the claiming Still and vast Unchanging Even when I wore the thought Even when I said “this is what I’ve got” Still the field was untouched space Still awareness stayed in place I am the sky Wide and open I am the sky Not the moment Heat can rise Cold can cry But I am not the storm I am the sky Low hum in the background Heartbeat, steady sound Seasons turning, body swaying Nothing personal in the playing Let it come Let it move No identity to prove I am the sky
