Lyric

It wasn’t clear, but it moved

Like something under water grooves

The way I looked, the words I kept

All drifted somewhere while I slept

A loop, a bend

A line again

Tides of pattern — fold and flow

Leaving marks I didn’t know

Not too fast, not too wide

But always keeping me inside

Tides of pattern — soft and slow

Now I see the way they grow

Every echo, every turn

Was the map I had to learn

Sand

Then sea

Now me

I touched the edge, I walked the fade

Each mistake a wave I made

And now it forms beneath my feet

A rhythm gentle, strong, complete

Tides of pattern — not erased

Every current had its place

Nothing wasted, nothing missed

It was always leading this

Light

Full

Still drawn