Hook, bent light. "We ride the bent light, where the lost time feels right. Stars don't fall, they just change the view. Space made a road and I followed through. No race with the clock; I move my own pace. Every heartbeat leaves a mark on space. Minimal hook option: "Bent light, all night. Lost time, feels right. No chains, just space. Every heartbeat leaves a shape." Verse 1: "I step where the minute hand stutters, never chasing the race. Heavy thoughts bend the room, every wall changes shape. I folded tomorrow in the pocket of today, spend every second like it couldn't be replaced. Maps turned to scars written high across the sky. Every wrong turn drew another reason why. I don't outrun time, I learn its pace. Every step leaves a fingerprint on space
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