Long gallery of pain shows me how power keeps changing hands, how names get replaced, how the world keeps moving even when someone swears it will stop for them,
And long gallery of pain asks me, why do I act shocked when something collapses, when history has been rehearsing highs and lows since before I was born,
But the long gallery of pain also tells me, I can stop clinging to permanence and start respecting the truth that everything has its season and its ending…
Same old rhythm reminds me that the future will likely mirror my past, just wearing different clothes, using different apps, and speaking in fresher, new hope and ideas,
And same old rhythm asks me, what am I still chasing as if it’s the first time it ever mattered, when millions chased the same thing and still had to let it go,
But the same old rhythm tells me, I can choose depth over hype, because hype fades fast and depth stays steady in my chest that has been tested all these years…
Kingdoms of traditions remind me of companies that once ruled, ideas that once dazzled, friendships that once felt eternal, and then quietly disappeared,
And kingdoms of traditions ask me, if even giants can fall, why do I build my identity on structures that can crumble without warning,
But kingdoms of traditions tell me, I can build my life around what is real inside me, not what is loud outside my life…
A final beat is not cruel but it is simply the rhythm everything returns to, the closing note that makes the song complete,
And this final beat asks me, if I already know an ending comes for everything, why do I keep delaying the life I actually want to live,
But this final beat tells me, I can live now with more alignment, because I don’t have forever to keep what I already know…
• History repeats in new costumes
• Power rises, power falls
• Nothing loud is guaranteed
• I can choose depth over hype
• Endings can make me honest
