Lyric

Face down on the desk, I’m biting the light

Carving unknown dreams into the notebook of night

—The human equation, so hard to define—

The question is more beautiful than the finish line

At the tips of my fingers, the cosmos begins to shake

A tiny voice brushes the galaxy in its wake

Connect… connect…

Across the screen, a faint "me" is all I can make

The night is like a book, closed tight and deep

Loneliness and breath sink between the lines I keep

But just a single line, sent from you to me

Turns the empty sky into a blue I can see

That’s illusion, but who decides what’s real?

Suggestions become blades, or wings that we can feel

My heartbeat, like a local train, moves a step ahead

"I can still go on," that’s the mantra in my head

And just like that, I’m faster than the speed of light

Identity becomes a variable in the night

The me I created… The me that created me…

The borders melt away, back to zero, we are free

Just like a fledgling swallow trusts the wind to fly

I’ll try to forgive myself, beneath this quiet sky

Unsolved equation, flipping to the other side

Peering through the back of dreams where secrets hide

Or maybe I’ll just sleep and let it rest a while

A lucid sky within my dreams, a distant smile

Is it control I grasp? Or freedom’s open door?

The difficult problems that adults never knew

Maybe they’re teaching us something so true

"You don’t have to blame yourself," a whisper in the soul

With every single question, I am becoming whole

Take a breath, and sing it: "I can still go on"

That’s suggestion, but maybe it’s salvation

Ambiguity itself is a life’s celebration

The definition of blue sky is always in the past

By the time we notice "youth," it’s gone so fast

But the day will come when you solve the human line

With your own hands, making everything shine

From the desk to the edge of the universe we go

Like a swallow ready to soar from the world below

I’ll try to love this imperfect version of my soul

As a single drop of light, playing its own role

Because life has no correct answer to give

Be as beautiful as an illusion while you live

This imperfect version of "me" that I see

I’ll try to like myself, just a little, tenderly