Verse 1
I heard a sentence hit like heat,
Not soft, not kind, just clean and sweet:
“You keep scratching where it itches most,
Don’t blame the bite for what you chose.”
I laughed, then froze right where I stood,
’Cause every word was flesh and blood.
Chorus
THIS IS IT
This is it
Not a promise, not a hint,
THIS IS IT
Right here, right now,
No upgrade coming later down.
Verse 2
I saw the way I leaned ahead,
Future-light buzzing in my head,
Chasing moments not yet born,
Calling now a stepping stone.
But what I saw had already passed,
Finished scenes, closed doors, done fast.
Chorus
THIS IS IT
This is it
Every sound already split,
THIS IS IT
Nothing late, nothing missed,
Life arrives, then we notice it.
Bridge
You can’t rewrite what’s already through,
You only smear the window view,
Surrender’s not some holy art—
It’s stopping being stupid with your heart.
Final Chorus
THIS IS IT
Say it slow
When the mind begins to go,
THIS IS IT
Let it heal
Stop scratching what is already real.
Outro
No seeker.
No delay.
Just this—
And this is enough.
