Index Cards & Exit Signs (Field Racing Ahead)

[Intro] Riddle: what do you carry when the future runs faster than your feet? I answer with paper—index cards—small, sweet. [Verse] AI Index 2026 says: the field is sprinting, guardrails lag, And I’m sprinting too—between shifts—carrying a frayed tote bag. I write three questions on a card, fold it like a prayer: “Who benefits?” “Who’s harmed?” “Who gets to be aware?” Riddle: when a system scales, what must scale with it? Not hype. Not fear. A way to admit. [Pre-Chorus] I mouth the hard consonants: account, amount, accountability, And let the beat make it singable, not brittle. [Chorus] Index cards and exit signs, I’m learning the route, Keeping my human voice in the loudest doubt. If the future is a hallway, don’t lock every door— Leave a little room for the ones who clean the floor. [Bridge] I don’t need a perfect ending—just a truthful one, A hook that feels like daylight when the workday’s done. So I stack the harmonies, then strip them away, Like saying “I’m here” in the simplest way. [Outro] What do you carry when the future runs faster than your feet? Index cards. And a song you can repeat.