Verse 1
Out of the corner of my eye
Something moved and took a name,
From almost nothing, something formed
And pulled my body into flame.
A story rose before a step,
A future wrapped in fear—
All drawn from shadows and a hunch
That vanished once I looked right here.
Chorus
The mind draws maps in the dark,
Fills in lines to feel secure,
Turns a guess into a world
And calls the picture “sure.”
But when the picture fades away,
What’s left is calm and true—
Just breath and ground and passing light,
Not the image I once knew.
Verse 2
It doesn’t wait for evidence,
It works with what it’s got,
A hint, a shape, a sound too fast
And suddenly a plot.
I live inside these early drafts
And act like they’re the land,
Until the present clears its throat
And gently takes my hand.
Chorus
The mind draws maps in the dark,
Quick and clever, clean and tight,
Turning whispers into facts
Before the day turns light.
But the world keeps offering itself
Without a single cue—
More honest than the certainty
I rushed to make come true.
Bridge
I don’t need to silence guessing,
I just stop calling it fate,
Let the image do its duty
Without deciding what I am or what’s at stake.
Final Chorus
So I walk with softer eyes now,
Let predictions come and go,
Maps are helpful till I forget
They’re not the ground below.
When I rest with what is happening
Instead of what I drew,
The moment finishes itself—
And that is plenty true.
Outro
A shape.
A pause.
The world, complete—
Before the picture tells me what to be.
