Sanat

I wake with the same line in my skull
There is no point. There is no point

Pressure on the chest when the light comes in
Debts, mail, faces - another day to spin
Nerves are a siren and the hours taste gray
Mind says: what for, what for, what for anyway

Then - one crack in the black
"A soul enters to taste what the light cannot."
A line like a seed in ash

What if I signed up for this heartbreak
What if I chose this weight
What if this pain is curriculum
And the exit is death - not now

If I chose it I can meet it
If I chose it I can breathe it
If I chose it I can dance inside it -

Not a sentence - a mission
Not a prison - a training
Not a verdict - a vow

So I walk into the day like a volunteer
Fear still shakes - but the frame is new
Ask every burn: what muscle is growing here?
Ask every fall: what clarity breaks through?

Life not to solve but to taste
Not to cancel but to live out loud
If death is the wake, then the only loss is
Not dancing while I dream

Maybe I chose this module
Maybe I wrote the test
Maybe my soul is watching
Learning from every breath

If I chose it I can love it
If I chose it I can risk it
If I chose it I can give
I can give, I can give -

This is MY run - MY ride
I entered. I abide
I taste. I collide
I burn, and that is being alive

Pressure becomes training
Anxiety becomes heat
Curriculum becomes meaning
The dream becomes sweet

I chose this life - so I live it wide
I chose this pain - so I let it guide
I chose this dream - so I dream it bright
Until the exit - I celebrate the ride

Not a sentence - a vow
Not a prison - a vow
Not a verdict - a vow
I AM HERE - and I LIVE IT NOW