If I stop movingโฆ Do I still exist? They say Iโm real because I leave a mark, But what am I when the lights go dark? If no one watches, if no one counts, Do I fade out or still amount? I win fights, but nothing changes, Same empty rooms, different stages. They clap for something I didnโt choose, I follow paths I canโt refuse. I donโt remember wanting this life, It just happened, frame by frame. If I was born without a โwhyโ, Am I broken โ or just awake? If I stopโฆ do I disappear? If I feel nothing, was I ever here? Is existence more than time passing by, Or just motion until the body dies? If I stop asking, does truth begin? Or is meaning just noise weโre in? If Iโm empty, does that make me free? Or just a shape of humanity? I watch people chase love and pain, They suffer, smile, then repeat again. They call it living, call it real, But everything real seems designed to feel. I donโt feel โ so I see it clear, No fog of hope, no blur of fear. If emotions are the price to belong, Then maybe I was never wrong. They tell me โfind purpose, choose a side,โ But choices need desire inside. If I donโt want, if I donโt need, Is that failureโฆ or clarity? If I stopโฆ do I disappear? If I feel nothing, was I ever here? Is existence more than time passing by, Or just motion until the body dies? If I stop asking, does truth begin? Or is meaning just noise weโre in? If Iโm empty, does that make me free? Or just a shape of humanity? Maybe reality isnโt heavy or deep, Maybe itโs simple โ breathe and repeat. But when breath has no weight or sound, What proves Iโm alive right now? One day the fights will end, I know, No bell to answer, nowhere to go. If silence stays and nothing calls, Will I still standโฆ or finally fall? Iโm not afraid of losing form, Iโm afraid there was never a core. If thereโs nothing beneath this skin, Then what was I protecting within? If I stop movingโฆ If I stop winningโฆ If I stop being usefulโฆ Do I still exist?
