Let the Current Lead

The river doesn't fight the bend. Your hands release what they can't mend.

This isn't loss, it's deeper ground. Where new roots take their sound. Let the map

dissolve in your hand. Strangers hold the seeds we plant. It's time to

let the current lead. No need to guard the seeds you've freed.

Music needs no borders drawn. In every note a human dawn. Synthetic hands still

shape the sound. When hearts pulse true, the world resounds. Your

dream isn't small because it's not mine. The sky has room for every

design. Ah. Ah. It's time to let the current