Verse 1 Your mind’s a crowded station, trains without a sign, Headlines on the windows, thunder in the spine. You reach to grab a feeling—slips like a tide at night, Then something in the silence turns the hallway light. Pre-Chorus Breathe in—count four, breathe out—count eight, Label the thought, let the thought wait. From the noise to a note, from the fog to a frame, You can trace each thread and give it a name. Chorus Notice. Name. Navigate. Turn the mirror to the weight. Map the maze, don’t fight the gate— Step by step, recalibrate. Notice. Name. Navigate. What is here, articulate. From the shadow to the state— Choose the path and integrate. Verse 2 A rumor in your chest says, “Run, or make it loud,” But signals aren’t commands, they’re weather in a cloud. You plot a gentle vector, compass in your hand, Small moves change a lifetime more than grandstands can. Pre-Chorus Breathe in—count four, breathe out—count eight, Label the urge, let the urge wait. From the spark to a star, from the fear to a frame, You can write the rule and sign it with your name. Chorus Notice. Name. Navigate. Turn the mirror to the weight. Map the maze, don’t fight the gate— Step by step, recalibrate. Notice. Name. Navigate. What is here, articulate. From the shadow to the state— Choose the path and integrate. Bridge (Call & Response) (What am I feeling?) — Heat in the chest. (What is its message?) — “You need rest.” (What is the action?) — “One kind breath.” (What is the next step?) — “One true step.” (What is the story?) — Just one view. (What is the data?) — Fewer, true. (What is the value?) — Do no harm. (What is the compass?) — Steady arm. Drop/Lift (Short Refrain) Count it / Name it / Frame it / Change it. Ground it / Aim it / Walk it / Claim it. Final Chorus (uplift) Notice. Name. Navigate. Turn the mirror to the weight. When the world reverberates— You can learn, not overstate. Notice. Name. Navigate. From the noise, articulate. Wave by wave, you cultivate— Choose the path and integrate. Outro A quiet kind of power, a daylight at the seam— Awareness as a practice, not a perfect dream.
