Caught between the static and the surge,

Every choice a ripple, every step a verge.

Parallel roads, under skies that collide,

Am I the dream, or the one left behind?

Do I move the wind or stand in the fire?

Hold the truth in my chest or give in to desire?

Every path is a prism, every shard a reflection,

Chasing the questions

What are my options? They circle like vultures in the haze,

What are my options? Everywhere you turn, an endless maze.

What are my options? Do I dive, do I float, do I fight, do I fall?

Oh

Both the hands and the weight on the string,

In the chaos, there’s beauty, in the stillness, there

I’m the river, the stone, I’m the rain

Both the hands and the weight on the string,

In the chaos, there’s beauty, in the stillness, there

I’m the river, the stone, I’m the rain

Both the hands and the weight on the string