The essence of "Abundance" filled in a positive affirmation melodic techno. Enjoy!

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Infinite Flow

Another November, same dinner, same seat
Leaves fall outside while inside we repeat
Clock strikes midnight, the calendar glows
We sit at the table but the change never shows

New year’s whisper but the mood stays thick
Same faces around, same old rhetoric
We raise our forks, toast the “better tomorrow”
While the ledger of fear goes deeper in sorrow
Plates stacked high but the hope gets small
The system rewinds while we dance the fall
We fill our cups with the promise of light
But the walls push back when the day meets night
Another calendar page turns, the chairs align
But the memory of change left the scene behind
We talk of progress, we map out the route
But the engine stalls while we’re singing the shout
Same table set, but the seats feel cold
Same story told, no new chapter unfolds

New year, same table, the cycle won’t break
History slow-motion, the same give-and-take
Another November, we face the same view
Change on the outside, but inside we’re used

We count the days but the ledger looks worn
Each step forward just rewinds the thorn
The voices say “rise up”, the system plays calm
We nod in the theatre while ignoring the alarm
The chair beside me holds the ghost of last year
We talk of the future but we choke on the fear
The same fights resurfaced, same scars unseen
We polish the table while the cracks stay keen
The menu’s printed fresh, the design’s new
But the taste of the struggle remains the issue
We ask for renewal, we whisper “we’ll start”
Yet the cycle loops tight in the core of our heart

New year, same table, the cycle won’t break
History slow-motion, the same give-and-take
Another November, we face the same view
Change on the outside, but inside we’re used

Calendar flips, we parade in the lights
But the hunger within doesn’t easily fight
We stack our dreams like we stack the plates
But some hunger’s deeper than the feast can sate
The system reclines in a comfortable pose
We march in the band while the engine slows
Another November, the leaves drift down
But we’ve been here before in this tired town
We lift the glass, we whisper the vow
But the mirror shows the cracks in the brow
The same fight, same table, same endgame set
And we’re still waiting for the debt to be met

New year, same table, the cycle won’t break
History slow-motion, the same give-and-take
Another November, we face the same view
Change on the outside, but inside we’re used

Another November, the chair still unsold
We sit, we wait, while the story’s told
The season returns, the cycle remains
Same table set, same silent chains

Another November

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For 30 years I kept unfinished demos to myself, never letting them out. Now I finish what I start and release it the moment it’s alive.

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