Yeah... Sometimes the quiet speaks louder, Sometimes the crowd fades and you’re left with a trace. I’ve been learning to listen... to the pause between thoughts. (You keep waiting for the moment... But the moment’s already here.) I keep my thoughts folded, like paper cranes, They never rise, but they recall the scent of escape. Each road I cross feels like a circle, Same lights, same faces behind new glass. I’m rewinding scenes I never lived, Searching for a version of me that never came back. (It’s all the same frame... Turn the page again, again...) Oh, I drift through the noise, Waiting for meaning to surface. If I could speak without words, Maybe you’d catch what I really meant. The city breathes beneath tired wires, While my pace drifts slower than the crowd. I wear my doubts like headphones, Turn them loud until they blur away. There’s beauty in the fracture, Grace inside what goes unseen. (You don’t have to run You’re already moving through the sound.) Each instant’s a confession, Each pause a chance to begin anew. If I vanish beneath the pulse, Remember, I was here, just listening. Now I walk with my questions, They don’t ask for answers, they ask to be heard. Every scar turned into a map I can read, Not of pain, but of where I stood still too long. I’ve stopped chasing endings, They arrive when you start breathing again. And I’m learning... that peace isn’t quiet It’s the sound of being real. (You were never lost... You were just not done becoming.) Yeah... Maybe that’s all we do (Listen to the noise trying to recall who we are. Between one breath and the next... We find a shape that feels like home. Home... Not a place, but a moment you stop running from.)
