DJ, turn it down a little
Keep the lights low, let me breathe

Closet full of colors I don’t recognize
Mirror says a stranger’s in my size
Footsteps on the tiles, I fake the glide
Trying on a name that isn’t mine

Heartbeat in the kick, but I’m out of time
Reaching for a face I left behind

I feel so far from myself
So far, so far
I feel so far from myself
Don’t know who you are

Laughing with a mouth that feels like glass
Smiles made of paper never last
Hands up in the air, it looks like joy
Inside I’m a quiet, broken noise

Calling from a distance I can’t find
Dancing like a shadow out of line

I feel so far from myself
So far, so far
I feel so far from myself
Don’t know who you are

So far, so far, I’m drifting
So far, so far, keep shifting
Call me back, call me back, to center
Hold me close, hold me close, don’t let go

If I take this mask off, will the room go cold
Will the music stop, will the truth unfold
If I say my real name, will I disappear
Or finally arrive and still be here

I feel so far from myself
So far, so far
I feel so far from myself
Don’t know who you are

I feel so far from myself
So far, so far
I feel so far from myself
Bring me back to who we are

DJ, fade it slow
Maybe I’ll find my way home

So far from myself

The entire sound is in my hands. I write cyber poetry, produce, and compose every track ready for Immersive 3D. Every beat is crafted for spatial and next-gen headphones.
Intimate lyrics, total immersion, every track.

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.

I use every tool available — human or machine — as an instrument.
Technology doesn’t replace creativity. It expands it.

Unapologetic social media junkie. Certified troublemaker with a smile. Friendly bacon specialist and proud food nerd. Music lover to the core living life one beat (and bite) at a time.

So far from myself

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