Story — The Distance That Spoke
Verse 1
I saw the door was never there
Still kept looking for a stair
Something final, something clean
Something bright to prove the scene
I checked the silence, checked the space
Tried to recognise the place
But every time it felt so near
A voice would come and interfere
Pre-Chorus 1
“This is it—don’t let it go”
“Stay right here, you’re getting close”
And just like that, the ground would shift
A simple moment turned to this
Chorus
Not there yet, that’s what it said
Built a future in my head
Not there yet, but here was fine
Till I turned this into time
Not there yet, the old refrain
Different clothes, the self again
Not there yet—but look and see
That thought is what creates the “me”
Verse 2
There was hearing, nothing more
No one standing at the door
Sound appeared and passed away
No one there to make it stay
Then the mind stepped quietly in
Wrote a story on the wind
“I’m the one who’s hearing this”
And turned it into something missed
Pre-Chorus 2
“Hold it now, don’t lose the thread”
“Stay inside it,” something said
And in reaching, something broke
The moment turned into a hope
Chorus
Not there yet, that’s what it said
Built a future in my head
Not there yet, but here was whole
Till I tried to take control
Not there yet, the subtle lie
Draws a distance out of “I”
Not there yet—but look and see
That thought is what creates the “me”
Bridge (mechanism exposed)
First there’s this…
Then a name…
Then a state…
Then a claim…
Then a path…
Then a goal…
Then a self…
In control…
Break (slow, intimate)
What was missing…?
Nothing here…
Till a thought…
Made it appear…
Verse 3
Now the pattern still may rise
Same old pull toward the prize
Same suggestion, same old thread
“You are close—but not there yet”
But something’s seen inside the move
Something simple, something true
It doesn’t land the way it did
It doesn’t close what once was hid
Final Chorus (expanded)
Not there yet, it still appears
Whispering across the years
But now I see the hidden art
It builds a future, tears apart
Not there yet—but here remains
Before the thought begins its claims
Nothing missing, nothing due
Just this moment coming through
Outro (chant loop)
Here is it… here is it…
Nothing missing… none of it…
Here is it… here is it…
Before the mind… turns it to “I” and “it”…
