My World - Four Reflections

This is not just a song.
It is a moment suspended in sound -
where the city breathes,
where memory and motion overlap,
and where the voice eventually fades,
leaving the instrument to speak what words cannot.
Four reflections of one inner world.
The same story - felt through different states.

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City pulses like a waterfall in light,
I drift through corridors in sync with neon time.
Elevator glides - each floor a passing frame,
Above is noise, below my silence calls my name.

This is my world.
Stairways lead me back to places I’ve known before.
I rise just to fall again
Into your eyes, burning like open flame.

My world
Spins so quiet like a distant radio.
If I get lost between the glass and glow,
I’ll just count slowly… one to five.

Echo in the pipes - an ancient coded slang,
Trying to catch the meaning in its fading sound.
Coffee in my hands ignites another day,
I walk the edge of ordinary thoughts unbound.

This is my world.
Stairways spiral through the echoes I still know.
I rise just to fall again
Into your eyes, where the shadows softly glow.

My world
Turns in whispers through a fading stereo.
If I dissolve inside the afterglow,
I’ll just count slowly… one to five.

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