I reach, but air slips through my hands, like drowning in a nameless land. A current pulls, so strong, so wide, no branch to grasp, no ground to find.
The voices call in numbers bright, they whisper hope, they hum with light. Yet here I stand in hollow space, a sinking tide, a silent place.
Where is the hand that parts the sea? Where is the voice that answers me? I knock on doors, they close so fast, like ghosts that turn, like shadows cast.
The signs align, they dance, they glow, but where they lead—I do not know. If destiny is carved in stone, why does my path still walk alone?
Yet even now, within this deep, where echoes fade and silence weeps, my soul still burns, my fire stays, the dawn must rise beyond these days.
Two Steps Behind
🌊 Captured in a Vacuum 🌊
I reach, but air slips through my hands,
like drowning in a nameless land.
A current pulls, so strong, so wide,
no branch to grasp, no ground to find.
The voices call in numbers bright,
they whisper hope, they hum with light.
Yet here I stand in hollow space,
a sinking tide, a silent place.
Where is the hand that parts the sea?
Where is the voice that answers me?
I knock on doors, they close so fast,
like ghosts that turn, like shadows cast.
The signs align, they dance, they glow,
but where they lead—I do not know.
If destiny is carved in stone,
why does my path still walk alone?
Yet even now, within this deep,
where echoes fade and silence weeps,
my soul still burns, my fire stays,
the dawn must rise beyond these days.
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