A Mind Unraveled

The sky fractures in restless hues,
a thousand voices tangled, bruised.
Footsteps tracing phantom lines,
yet time dissolves, unmarked, unkind.

Between the ember and the ice,
between the whisper and the vice,
I chase the weight of words unsaid,
but every echo splits instead.

I am the fire that flickers, the flood that retreats,
a map with no compass, a song incomplete.
The tether of silence, the riot of thought,
a dreamer undone by the battles I’ve fought.

Too much motion, too much still,
a current rages, yet bends to will.
I hold the stars in trembling hands,
but constellations shift like sand.

Between the ember and the ice,
between the whisper and the vice,
I write the script but miss my cue,
a paradox I can’t undo.

I am the fire that flickers, the flood that retreats,
a map with no compass, a song incomplete.
The tether of silence, the riot of thought,
a dreamer undone by the battles I’ve fought.

Tell me—
how does one move when bound by air?
How does one stay when lost nowhere?
I reach, I fold, I break, I mend,
a cycle I can’t comprehend.

So let me be the quiet storm,
the wild thread that won’t conform.
For in the cracks, in tangled light,
I find myself—a war, a flight.

From my inspiration, voiced by Suno.