The only crime is that this song isn’t longer

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A black cat is crossing my path tonight
With glowing eyes under the streetlight
It steps so soft like a secret untold
Is it a curse or a charm to behold

Am I lucky or am I doomed
Does the moonlight seal my gloom
Whiskers twitch as it walks away
Black cat tell me am I lucky today

Its tail flicks like a pendulum swing
A silent rhythm it seems to bring
I wonder if it knows my fate
Or if it’s just walking
Running late

Superstitions they wrap me tight
Is it a blessing or just the night
The stars above refuse to say
Black cat guide me
Lead the way

Am I lucky or am I doomed
Does the moonlight seal my gloom
Whiskers twitch as it walks away
Black cat tell me am I lucky today

It turns its head
A knowing glance
A fleeting moment
A curious chance
I follow its trail
The mystery grows
The answer's somewhere
Nobody knows


Black Cat Crossing

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CRY YOUR SONG

Echos of Presence. 

Wrestles with humanity’s uneasy dance with technology, not in fear of the machines themselves, but of the emotional void their unchecked evolution may leave behind. 

It’s not anti-progress it’s anti-forgetfulness. A poetic reckoning.

[Lyrics]

I am not afraid of machines.
I am afraid of the hollow hum they leave behind when no one asks why.
I am not afraid of progress.
I am afraid of forgetting what we paid to get here.

We built this world with blistered hands
and now we flinch at the light we lit ourselves.

Let it be said:
every choice is a ripple.
Every silence, a shadow.
Every invention carries the scent of its maker’s breath.

We did not ask to be gods.
We asked to survive.
But we are drunk on data, starving for soul,
and halfway through a sentence, we forgot we were trying to speak.

The universe doesn't punish.
It mirrors.
It reflects what we do, not what we say.
And so we spiral  not because we're evil,
but because we forget to look up,
forget to rest,
forget that wisdom whispers,
while panic screams.

I believe in consequence.
In reaction, not as revenge,
but as rhythm, the heartbeat of cause and return.

Let the earth remember us not for what we built,
but for what we noticed.
Let the future be not clean,
but clear.
Not perfect,
but present.

Let the machines learn empathy,
not efficiency.
Let the humans learn humility,
not dominance.
And let us -stubborn, sacred, ridiculous creatures -
be brave enough to say,
I don’t know.
But I’m listening.


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