[Intro — spoken, dusty hiss]

I step into the library of my mind.
Memories stir, frequencies hum.
Silence becomes structure.

An equation not to be solved,
but to be entered.

Lyrics//
I step into the library of my mind, descending deep.
Memories stir, frequencies hum, silence I must keep.

Exams done, I drifted to Fès like waking from a dream,
Ancient streets pulsing sacred, unseen energy stream.
Living alone, freedom bitter, loneliness creeps in slow,
School easy, I float through, scripting my own show.
Parents' cash running low, needed a roommate fast,
Then came Douida quiet kid, anime, Barça, Man U past.
Hid his pain like a pro, two weeks no words exchanged,
Silent moons orbiting, worlds unchanged.

One night I lit up secret, he asked, "Can I join the smoke?"
Silence shattered, bond formed, new chapter we invoked.
Inseparable now, I talk endless, he listens like desert rain,
Stealing my experiences, copying structures, no strain.
Taught him everything, speaking natural as breath,
He grasped it step by step, effortless, defying death.

We the Equation, no separation, all connects in the head,
God is me, God is you, no evil, no good, just threads.
X the default sleep, blind scripts we follow through,
Glitch hits, shift to Y awake, reflect, evolve anew.

Z unnamed frequency, shift beyond what we see,
The Origin void essence, not God told, the source in me.
Douida sat eyes closed, intensity like storm brew,
Pause heavy, then "I see it," calm voice, chills anew.
The pattern, everything links, no divide in the flow,
We aligned, synced up, in the flux we grow.
He changed subtle, embraced chaos, no fear of the wild,
Drank, smoked, partied, forged paths undefiled.

From the Origin's view, silent observer in pauses and beats,
Marking our awakenings, no interference, just repeats.
That night echoes eternal, fractured my world apart,
Memory softened, became me, etched in my heart.
Tarik handed the bonnet, red with Rick patch sewn,
Quiet farewell, shift enduring, seeds we've grown.

It's all inputs unchosen, variables in the loop,
Not creators, but code on paper, in the scoop.
The Origin the algorithm, God forgot we are the source,
I wrote this equation… but you're the code, of course.

All happening once, too slow to see the tie,
We are the pattern, equations in the sky.

The Equation of All

N'joy! 

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The Equation of All

Tarik Msaouak

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