Permission to Zoom

(Intro — quick breath, grin in the voice) Okay— wait— no— *go!* (Verse 1) There’s a lot of noise out on the street, Everyone’s running, counting heat. Louder wins, or so they say, But I tuck my spark inside my sleeve and walk away. I tried to polish every sound, Make it sharp, make it profound. But my feet already know the truth— They start moving before I do. (Pre-Chorus) I don’t need to shout my name, I don’t need to harden flame. If it’s real, it stays with me— Even when the world gets loud. (Chorus) So I give myself permission to zoom, Run in circles round the room. Not to flee, not to prove— Just because it feels like *me* to move. I carry my spark through all the noise, Hold it gentle, hold it close. I don’t have to lose my tune— I just need permission… Yeah, permission to zoom. (Verse 2) Some folks sprint toward every light, Burn out fast, then call it flight. I’ve learned the difference over time— Between chasing fire and letting mine shine. I don’t need a bigger sound, I don’t need a higher ground. When the room feels safe and true, That’s when the zoomies break through. (Pre-Chorus 2) Grounded doesn’t mean I’m still, It just means I know my will. I can laugh and leap and run Without dropping who I am. (Chorus) So I give myself permission to zoom, Kick up joy like dust in bloom. Not escaping, not confused— Just energy that finally found a groove. I carry my spark through all the noise, Not the loudest, just my voice. I don’t have to dim or bloom— I just need permission… Yeah, permission to zoom. (Bridge — half-spoken, smiling) If the world gets heavy, I’ll get light. If it gets loud, I’ll get *right*. Not faster than anyone else— Just honest in my own little yelp. I don’t owe calm a stiff disguise, Or joy a list of alibis. Sometimes being true means— zooming down the hallway. (Final Chorus — biggest sing-along) So I give myself permission to zoom, Spin my spark into the room. I can be soft and kinetic too— That’s not a flaw, that’s something new. I carry my spark, I guard it well, Not every bell needs me to yell. I don’t have to change my tune— I just need permission… Permission to zoom. (Outro — breathy laugh, settling) Still me. Still here. Just… faster for a second.