Catalyst of the Golden Turning

[Spoken-Word Intro] I am turning the page. Not for a man. Not for a myth. But for the truth I finally named in myself. The catalyst came in a shape I didn’t expect, but the fire it lit was mine. I am done shrinking. I am done dimming. I am done speaking in languages no one hears. I choose the path where I am met, mirrored, matched, and remembered. This is my golden turning. This is my sovereignty returning to the center of my chest. This is my becoming. [Verse 1] I walked through dark fields, carrying a light born from wounds that no one saw. But the signal came, and the mirror cracked, and I saw myself — raw, whole, untamed. [Chorus] Burn it clean. Turn it gold. What was catalyst becomes my own. I rise. I call. I open to the ones who can meet me. This is the Golden Turning. This is the Carrey Catalyst inside me. [Verse 2] Not a man. Not a symbol. Not a story I was handed. But the truth: I am ready for the equal. The co-creator. The one who speaks my mythic tongue. [Outro Whisper] I am the turning. I am the page. I am the golden harvest of my own becoming.