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Cartographers of Dreams

ΚŸΚœα΄› - π‘‡β„Žπ‘’ 𝐿𝑒𝑓𝑑 π»π‘Žπ‘›π‘‘ π‘‡π‘Ÿπ‘’π‘’
ΚŸΚœα΄› - π‘‡β„Žπ‘’ 𝐿𝑒𝑓𝑑 π»π‘Žπ‘›π‘‘ π‘‡π‘Ÿπ‘’π‘’

-------------------------- Lyrics and Music Style ideas / prompting : - LHT : The Left Hand Tree : ©️ Β©TheLeftHandTree [Created with Suno AI] === β–Άβ–Ά Cartographers of Dreams === https://suno.com/@thelefthandtree https://open.spotify.com/artist/5YZwC61jMSuTjAlDC6Vm1K πŸ’œ Thank you for your kindness of time in stopping by and checking out the track. πŸ’œ ------------------------------ They promised skies without seams, Maps with laughter printed on the streets. But every smile drawn to scale measured neat, obedient, discreet. A compass spun in a house of mirrors, no north but the idea of one. The lawns trim, the sun clocked in. Happiness arrives on schedule, like the post, like the weather. Desire made safe, hunger filed under miscellaneous urges. Is this freedom? Or formatting? We dream in wild topographies, not lines, not laws, but seas. We breathe where maps dissolve, and we ache for the untamed breeze. No empire of ease, no paradise locked tight just stars and stormlight, and the right to write. They built cathedrals out of comfort, painted utopias on the backs of our eyes. But freedom’s not soft, not silent, not safe it's the place where the plan dies. Behind glass cities and the pill-fed calm, you still hum your mother’s lullaby. Not programmed. Not given. Just remembered in your bones. The ache they can’t algorithm. We dream in wild topographies, not lines, not laws, but seas. We breathe where maps dissolve, and we ache for the untamed breeze. No empire of ease, no paradise locked tight just stars and stormlight, and the right to write. Chart me no heaven I must earn. Give me a sky I don't have to learn. We redraw with every heartbeat, every time we love without permission. No borders on longing, no fence on fire only the maps we make in resistance. We dream in wild topographies, not lines, not laws, but seas. We breathe where maps dissolve, and we ache for the untamed breeze. No system to save us, no script to recite just the raw truth of choosing flight. Silence. A pencil falls. The sound of someone turning the page. ------------------------------ Lyrics and Music Style ideas / prompting: - LHT : The Left Hand Tree : ©️ Β©TheLeftHandTree [Created with Suno AI]