I chased success, I chased the frame Built a life that wore my name But somewhere deep, the echo cracked— A silent truth that called me back Not a fall, not a voice from high Just a space I’d never dared to try No spotlight. No applause. Just presence, stripped of every cause You think you’re free— Till your thoughts start to talk. You think you’re real? Try living without the mask you walk Come beyond the stories— Past the noise, past the glories You’re not the wins, not the scars You’re the breath behind the bars It ain’t about goals or roles to play It’s what remains when all fades away I’ve been the warrior, I’ve been the shell Wrote my worth like a spell to sell But the script wore thin, and the climb got loud Till I stood alone outside the crowd Found my truth not in plans or pride— But the moment I stopped trying to decide The mind went quiet. The path went blank. And still—I moved. And still—I thanked. You’re not the voice. You’re what hears it. Not the fear. You’re what clears it. Not the thought. You’re the sky behind— Endless, open, undefined Come beyond the stories— Past the blame, past the glories You’re not the wounds, not the past You’re the space where light can last Not what you earn. Not what you prove. You’re the truth… that learns to move. So drop the script. Unclench the role. You were never broken— You were always whole.
