Lyric

What broke

Wasn’t the soul itself

It’s just that

The light that was once whole

Got lost

Split into all these “versions of me”

Every time I reach out, wanting something

It just

Quietly fades in my hands

The moment I grab it

There’s this strange rule—

I stop wanting it

And that’s when I realize

It wasn’t that I was never fulfilled

I was trapped

Inside a system that “fulfills”

—yeah, that’s the trap

No name for it

They call it ego

A strangely gentle prison

And when I try to step out of it

Something starts trembling

Deep in my chest

A small spark

Trying to go beyond this world

A pull

Toward a place I somehow know

Even though no one ever taught me

—the point in the heart

It feels like it could disappear

But somehow

It never does

It fades, it grows

Back and forth

Like a flame

Shaking in the wind

But then one day

It hits me

It’s not that the light is weak

I’ve just been

Standing in the wind this whole time

So maybe

I just need to choose the wind again

The people I’m with

The words I let in

The direction of my attention

All of it

Sets the temperature of the soul

What I thought was broken

Was actually

Light scattered everywhere

Calling out to itself

And now

Instead of trying to gather it all

I’m just

Remembering

That it was always one

Quietly

Slowly

Like breathing