Underneath the Ordinary

I wake up in the static hum, Thoughts flicker like a dying screen. The world feels slightly out of phase, Edges sharp where they used to be clean. There’s a pulse beneath the ordinary, A quiet truth I almost hear Like the universe is whispering, “Everything you fear is just unclear.” And I feel it rising, A tremor in my chest Something breaking open, Something I can’t suppress. I’m wide awake inside the noise, A spark beneath the rust. I’m learning how to see myself Without the fear and dust. If consciousness is just a flame We shelter from the rain, Then let it burn a little wild Let it light the dark again. I walk the streets in double vision, Half in thought and half in skin. Every shadow feels familiar, Like a place I’ve already been. I’m stitched together by the moments I never stopped to feel Now they echo through my ribcage, Telling me what’s real. [PRE‑CHORUS] And the ground keeps shifting, But maybe that’s the sign The truth was never solid, It’s a fault line by design. I’m wide awake inside the noise, A spark beneath the rust. I’m learning how to see myself Without the fear and dust. If consciousness is just a flame We shelter from the rain, Then let it burn a little wild Let it light the dark again. Maybe I’m not broken, Maybe I’m just waking slow. Every crack is letting in A little more of what I know. If the world feels tilted, Maybe that’s the view A better angle on the truth I never thought was true. Now I’m breathing in the static, Letting every glitch unfold. The chaos has a rhythm Only honesty can hold. I’m standing in the open, No armor left to hide If consciousness is freedom, Then I’m stepping outside. I’m wide awake inside the noise, But now I hear the tune A fragile kind of clarity That cuts right through the gloom. If consciousness is just a flame We’re scared to let ignite, Then let it burn beyond the edges Let it set the whole sky bright.