12..Story — Before the Word “Looking”
Verse 1
Light on the window, shapes in the street
Morning unfolding without needing me
A car passes slowly, a bird cuts the sky
Nothing to hold it, nothing to try
Before I can name it, before I can say
It’s already here, it’s already this way
No effort required, no centre in sight
Just colour and movement, just sound and light
Verse 2
Then comes a whisper, quiet and low
“I am the one who’s watching the show”
It sounds so simple, it sounds so true
Like something obvious I always knew
But something shifts in the feel of the scene
A line appears where none had been
A here and a there, a watcher inside
The world over distance, pushed to the side
Pre-Chorus
Nothing has changed in what appears
Only a thought has drawn these lines here
A claim, a centre, a subtle divide
A story of someone now standing inside
Chorus (core loop)
No one looking, still it’s seen
No one there in between
Just the colour, just the light
Just the day, just this sight
Verse 3
Look again closer, not to define
Not to improve it, not to refine
Before the thought, what can be found?
Only the shifting shape and sound
No watcher hiding, no one behind
No edge of a self I’m meant to find
Just this unfolding, open and wide
Before the moment gets occupied
Verse 4
Then comes another, softer this time
“This is strange” — another line
But even that thought, if left alone
Moves like the wind, not owned, not known
It rises and falls, just like the rest
No deeper, no higher, no more expressed
Another appearance, another small wave
Nothing to follow, nothing to save
Pre-Chorus 2
Thought after thought, building the frame
Calling it truth, calling it name
But underneath all the claiming and view
Nothing was ever divided in two
Chorus (fuller)
No one looking, still it’s seen
No one there in between
Just the colour, just the light
Just the day, just this sight
No one watching from inside
No real distance, no divide
Just the moment, as it flows
Before the mind says what it knows
Bridge (deconstructive, spacious)
Seeing happens, then it’s told
Story added, neatly rolled
“I am here and that is there”
But that split was never there
No one seeing, just the seen
No observer in between
No position, no control
No one holding up the whole
Breakdown (slow, intimate)
Before the word “looking”…
Before the word “me”…
Before the quiet claiming…
There’s only…
(leave space)
Chant Chorus (loopable)
Just this… just this… just this… just this…
No one in it, nothing missed
Just this… just this… just this… just this…
No one holding, nothing fixed
Final Verse
The world keeps moving, nothing has gone
Thought still arrives and carries on
But now it’s lighter, now it’s seen
Not what it says, but what it means
Not a problem, not a flaw
Just another passing law
Of naming, framing, claiming ground
In what was never split or bound
Final Chorus (open resolution)
No one looking, still it’s seen
No one there in between
Just the colour, just the light
Just the day, just this sight
Nothing hidden, nothing found
Nothing lost and nothing bound
Just the moment, always new
Before it’s turned into “me” and “you”
Outro (fade / mantra)
No one looking…
Still it’s seen…
No one there…
In between…
