I’ve been living in the space
Where time forgets to leave a trace
Not who I was, not who I’ll be
Just something caught in memory
I’m reading between the lines
Searching for steady signs
Not lost, but not quite found
Still trying to hear the sound
I walk through echoes every day
Of things I meant but didn’t say
But still I breathe, still I stay
And that alone becomes the way
I don’t need it all to make sense
Some truths don’t come in present tense
I’m learning how to let it be
While keeping hold of what is me
I’m reading between the lines
Holding on without a sign
It’s quiet, but it’s mine
This journey without a line