[Intro] The moment I opened my eyes, the world became a question “Who are you?” the sky asked me [Verse 1] Plato once said, “The real lies beyond the shadow” But my shadow keeps outrunning me Is there room for pain in the world of Ideas? Ideals alone can’t carry me through the night [Verse 2] Aristotle told me to keep my feet on the ground “Substance is truth,” he claimed But my footing is always trembling And truth sticks to the soles of my shoes [Chorus] Questions shape the outline of who I am Answers always stay just out of reach If this anxiety defines me Then maybe I can learn to live with it [Verse 3] Descartes cried, “I think, therefore I am” But I think so much I feel like I’m breaking Kant drew lines and boundaries But my heart isn’t on any map [Verse 4] Time outruns the philosophers And I’m just here, breathing Still, if this breath has meaning I want to speak it in my own voice—not someone else’s words [Bridge] Kierkegaard’s blue water is quiet despair His red water, the pain of choosing Which one will I drink? Or will I mix them together? [Big Finish] Spinoza says, “God dwells in everything” Then is God in my wounds too? Blue and red swirl into one And I begin to merge with the divine [Outro] Freud whispers from the depths of my dreams “Your true self is unknown even to you” Still, I wake up And keep asking—that’s what it means to exist
