There was a time it felt like life was happening to me Every thought came in and wrote identity Didn’t see the shift, didn’t see the seam Just a voice in the mind saying “this is me” Every little pull, every subtle push Turn away from this, lean into that rush Didn’t know the body had a say in it Didn’t see attention get claimed bit by bit Pre-Chorus One thought seen, then the next one takes the throne Didn’t catch the moment it was called my own It was never loud, it was barely even there Just a quiet little movement unaware Hook Watch the handoff, watch it slide From observing into “I” Not the thought, it’s how it’s held That’s the place the spell is felt Push away, then reach for more That’s the loop I’m seeing for sure It’s not truth that makes it stick It’s the way attention shifts Verse 2 Now I slow it down, let it all arise No need to chase, no need to analyze Feel the signal echo through the frame Before a story even forms a name There’s a leaning, there’s a slight collapse There’s a reaching like it wants to grasp Not the thought, it’s the move beneath That’s the thread that’s been weaving “me” Pre-Chorus Aversion hits, then something else appears Feels more safe so it gets pulled near Didn’t see escape become identity Just another mask worn silently Hook Watch the handoff, watch it slide From observing into “I” Not the thought, it’s how it’s held That’s the place the spell is felt Push away, then reach for more That’s the loop I’m seeing for sure It’s not truth that makes it stick It’s the way attention shifts Bridge Even “I am awareness” can become a place If there’s something there that it tries to claim Another layer, just refined disguise Same old movement in a higher light If there’s a center holding onto that Then the loop is still intact But if nothing grabs, nothing defends It doesn’t even have a place to land Hook Watch the handoff, watch it slide From observing into “I” See the moment it gets claimed Before it even forms a name No more push, no need to pull Let it pass, let it be null Not a fight, not something fixed Just no one there to carry it Outro Now it’s just a thought appearing clean No one there to call it “me” Just a rhythm, just a flow Nothing held and nothing owned And in that space where nothing sticks There’s no need to solve or fix Just the silence in between Where no identity convenes
