**The Future You (Glassfolk Version)** **Verse 1** Things still rise and disappear, though I can't say which came first. A slow adjustment in the room, a name returning without words. Every road once felt important, every answer wore a face. Now they drift like distant weather moving through the same old place. Time keeps leaving little traces in the corners of the day. Not enough to call a story, just enough to stay. **Chorus** Make a choice for the future you, the one you almost recognize. They're standing somewhere just ahead beneath familiar, borrowed skies. And though their voice is faint and far, it reaches through the static blue. Not with certainty or warning— only quiet wishes sent to you. **Verse 2** What remains when all the movement settles into something still? Not a finish, not a lesson, just another windowsill. Will you follow what feels certain? Will you wander where it fades? Will you trade one set of questions for another shape they make? The world keeps changing its arrangement, softly moving every line. What was yours becomes a memory, what was lost becomes a sign. **Chorus** Make a choice for the future you, the one you almost recognize. They're standing somewhere just ahead beneath familiar, borrowed skies. And though their voice is faint and far, it reaches through the static blue. Not with certainty or warning— only quiet wishes sent to you. **Bridge** I don't know the better pathway. I don't know if anyone does. But I have seen how gentle things outlast the ones that make a fuss. A small step taken with intention. A hand extended when unsure. A beginning hidden in an ending. A door left quietly ajar. **Outro** So keep walking through the changes. Let the unanswered stay that way. Somewhere, further down the timeline, someone wears the life you made. And if they think of you at all, it won't be for the roads you missed. Only that you kept on moving through a world that wouldn't sit still.
