Free me Of Apathy I walked the edge of meaning till the cliff ran out, Watched my shadow shrug and fade. Every truth I carried turned to paper doubt, Every vow I made, unmade. But the sun still spills on broken ground, Even cracked soil drinks the light. And the joke of living circles ‘round, Till the punchline feels alright. The sky laughs loud in a quiet blue, Like it knows what I can’t undo. So I breathe, and I let it be strange Let the wild rearrange me. If the world’s insane, then maybe I can bloom inside the blaze. I don’t need the map I lost I’m the one who draws the way. If life’s absurd, then maybe I can love it anyway. I watched the cosmic gears spin wrong on purpose, Like a dance too drunk to stop. Found grace in the haze, in the broken circuit, In the fall before the drop. And I learned the wind forgives the trees For every shattered autumn skin, Maybe I can do the same for me, Let all my fractures breathe again. The storm breaks open just to glow, Chaos teaching what I didn’t know. So I breathe, and I let it be strange, Let the wild rearrange me. If the world’s insane, then maybe I can bloom inside the blaze. I don’t need the map I lost, I’m the one who draws the way. If life’s absurd, then maybe I can love it anyway. I was born in the break, where the shiver and the shake taught the heart how to hurt, taught the hurt how to make something whole from the hole, something bright from the blight, something left in the wreck still begging for light. But the pressure was a teacher, and the ruin was a sage, and the truth in the tension wrote its lessons on my rage. Now the flow snaps open word burn pulse turn soul learn fate churn I break patterns just to watch them twist, Take the madness, make a catalyst: step breath spark start rise art every scar becoming part of the engine where I roar again, reminding all my lesser ghosts they never get to close me in. So I breathe, and I let it be strange Let the wild rearrange me. If the world’s insane, then maybe I can bloom inside the blaze. I don’t need the map I lost I’m the one who draws the way. If life’s absurd, then maybe I can love it anyway.
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