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Light as a Feather

My Mind Is A Topology (Symphonic Version)

Opening Invocation (Spoken, whispered with rising orchestral hum)
My mind is a topology…
from the way I think of me,
to the difference between me—
where one state starts, another plagiarizes another.
After a while, or so, I slow to a flow
that underestimates my expectations.

Interlude (strings swell, soft piano arpeggios)
From here, after a while,
even time remembers to rehearse time’s universal verse.
After a moment or so
you’ll feel the difference take you away from your indifferences.

Verse 1 (sung, airy female vocal with male echo)
Don’t ask me where my mind begins,
it has no edge, no walls, no skin.
It loops, it folds, it climbs, it bends,
a Möbius strip that never ends.

Bridge A (spoken, layered over shimmering synths)
Between here and now…
become your reckoning’s awakening.
Between the differences in the scene—
mind the scenery.

Chorus (full choir with strings & brass)
🎶 My mind is a topology—
not a thought, but the shape of me.
Not a dot on a chart, but a field in bloom,
where memory curves and futures loom. 🎶

Verse 2 (sung, more intense, drums and bass enter)
Thoughts aren’t lines, they spiral wide,
through folded space where selves collide.
You try to map me, I shift phase,
a conscious knot through quantum haze.

Bridge B (spoken, almost prophetic, with orchestra surging beneath)
After you become the differences between time,
invite your mind to remind you of now.
Each idea… a torsion twist.
Each belief… a surface shift.
What I am is not where I’ve been—
it’s how I’ve curved what lies within.

Chorus (repeated, soaring with gospel choir textures)
🎶 My mind is a topology—
laced with light and anomaly.
So don’t seek truth in what you see—
seek the fold… and find me free. 🎶

Final Spoken Word (over fading orchestra, strings dissolving into silence)
Life after thought is a topology too—
from difference to difference, from now to now.
After a while, the spiral becomes the song.
After a moment, the song becomes the mind.
And the mind… becomes free.

Times Universal Verse

William A Ferguson: guitars, bass, drums.


“Ship of Fools” is a lyrical voyage into the heart of human delusion. Its verses paint a surreal picture: a creaking ship, adrift with “no compass, no anchor, no shore in sight.” The crew, lost in hollow laughter and tangled lies, dances “in circles, round and round,” chasing a horizon that offers no joy. The song’s tone is mournful, almost ghostly, with lines like “the waves, they whisper, they call us home / but we’re too far gone, too far to roam” tugging at the soul. It’s not about one person or one failure—it’s about all of us, those moments when we cling to broken dreams or deny the truths staring us in the face.The song’s power lies in its universality. It doesn’t name names or point fingers; it invites us to see ourselves in the “splintered deck” and the fading moonlight. Whether it’s a career we chased too long, a belief we couldn’t let go, or a relationship we knew was sinking, we’ve all boarded a ship of fools at some point. The repetitive chorus—“lost at sea, where no truth is found”—drives home the cyclical nature of our missteps, yet its poetic cadence makes the journey feel almost beautiful in its tragedy.






Ship of Fools

Stuck (Prod by Ilgu)

i dont really make music anymore but when you wanna, write you wanna write lmao. didn't put a lot of effort into the production so srry 4 shit qual 

Lyrics:
yeaah just keep on walkin 
yall out here stallin while im out here fuckin ballin 
feelin like im d rose how my life always poppin 
straight from chicago but im in bcd often 
backside crooked grind imma get locked in 
ryan g im the plug to the fuckin socket 
keep it 100 and thats 24/7 
all these fuckin barbies and im feelin like kevin 
fuck with the squad i keep a racket like tennis 
snakes in the grass imma cut em like lettuce 
all these fakes obsessed like a motherfuckin fetish 
but imma keep it smooth like a shot from Cam Reddish cause, uh, 
its a short life, makin sure i eat well got the burger steak more rice 
chillin with the homies man you know i got my crew tight 
shoes white with the blue stripes call it Shoenice 


fuck the hate shit and the fake shit 
im just tryna ball and get this motherfuckin paycheck 
style flexible like a gymnast or some latex 
watch me go up high in the sky like SpaceX 
but you know im far from Elon, 
im just a kid from the town tryna belong, 
cut a couple people from my life tell em be gone, 
my life is to ill for me to deal with these pee-ons. 
drama aint my type so imma keep my vibe straight 
feet on the ground but my mind higher than a plane 
i write my thoughts down to keep my mind sane 
incase this negativity is too much for me to take, yeah. 
and i dont know what god really has in store for me 
all i know is imma live and make the most of it 
so please stop stressin, thank god for your blessins, 
cause sometimes it'll be too late till you really cherish.

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