It’s not easy— and that feels right. Would you notice the moon if the sky stayed bright? The weight sharpens silence, a hush with a spark— Something breathes through me and lights up the dark. Reasonably rugged, by loving design— Shaped in the tension, refined over time. I walk, but I’m forged in something far more— The way that walks me knows what I’m for. This road doesn’t hold, it bends and blinks— Like a dream that dissolves each time you think. No fixing, no force— just petals uncurled, Each answer a riddle the size of the world. No map to follow, no plan to scan— Just a fountain of knowing and I drink what I can. ───── [Lyrics © Mario Caoile]
