Story: The Coat of Weather
Verse 1
I woke before the morning
and the mind was at the wheel,
telling me the weight inside me
meant something dark and real.
A little ache became a lifetime,
a pause became a threat,
and the day put on a heavy coat
that hadn’t happened yet.
Pre-Chorus
First came the feeling,
then came the claim,
then came the story
calling itself my name.
Chorus
Oh, story weather, story rain,
you fall through thought and flood the brain.
You make a kingdom out of mist,
a whole hard world from this and this.
But when I see you as you are —
just old thought driving too far —
the sky gets wider, I can breathe,
and peace comes back beneath the leaves.
Verse 2
A silence on the telephone,
a look I couldn’t place,
and all at once the old machine
was building me a case.
I felt the body lean toward danger,
toward guilt, toward being wrong,
then one small fact undid the whole thing:
the story wasn’t strong.
Pre-Chorus
There was the heartbeat,
there was the sound,
and there was thought
laying a whole city down.
Chorus
Oh, story weather, story sky,
you make a self and call it “I.”
You draw conclusions on the air,
then act as if the world lives there.
But when I loosen from your spell,
the day grows simple, clear, and well.
There’s only this, and this, and this —
not all the meaning you insist.
Bridge
I don’t need to stop the stories.
I don’t need to win the fight.
I just need to see the telling
before it turns the day to night.
A thought can come, a thought can leave,
a feeling rise and not deceive.
Reality is small and bright —
cup and window, breath and light.
Final Chorus
So let the story make its weather,
let it thunder if it must.
I’ll listen, but I won’t keep building
my whole world out of dust.
And when the mind forgets its limits
and turns a breeze into a sea,
I’ll come back to the simple fact:
what’s here is here, and that is free.
Outro
Before the meaning,
before the name,
before the mind
declares the blame —
just this.
Just this.
Just this.
