[00:08.940]I wake up as more than one answer,
[00:12.630]still unfinished in my skin.
[00:17.910]Every version breathes together,
[00:21.510]before the world decides I am in.
[00:26.010]I stand between yes and no,
[00:29.460]between the door and the knock.
[00:34.740]Nothing chooses me yet—
[00:38.190]I am wider than the clock.
[00:42.480]I live in superposition,
[00:43.980]not lost, not defined.
[00:51.930]All my possible futures
[00:56.220]rest in the same mind.
[00:59.280]Don’ t ask me which one is real,
[01:02.100]don’ t force me into view.
[01:08.370]I am every path I could take
[01:12.600]until I collapse with you.
[01:18.450]I am a wave across your question,
[01:23.190]a particle when you stare.
[01:27.270]I change my shape by being seen,
[01:31.500]I soften when you care.
[01:36.060]I move without permission,
[01:41.730]I jump without a sound.
[01:43.950]No map can hold my motion,
[01:48.090]no center pulls me down.
[01:56.760]I stay in superposition,
[01:56.970]not broken, not confused.
[02:02.100]Every truth is waiting
[02:04.560]to see which one you choose.
[02:06.870]I’ m not afraid of uncertainty,
[02:14.700]it’ s where I learned to breathe.
[02:18.540]Clarity is just one outcome
[02:24.120]I don’ t always need.
[02:27.600]If you touch me, I become something.
[02:31.860]If you don’ t, I remain vast.
[02:35.370]Faith and doubt share the same body,
[02:40.260]future leaning on the past.
[02:47.130]I live in superposition,
[02:47.640]not half, not whole.
[02:48.000]I’ m the space before decision,
[02:59.520]the silence after control.
[03:04.080]Stand with me in the maybe,
[03:07.680]don’ t rush me into one.
[03:12.690]Love is also a measurement
[03:15.210]that changes what I’ ve become.
[03:21.930]I was never undecided.
[03:27.510]I was always more than one.

I wake up as more than one answer,
still unfinished in my skin.
Every version breathes together,
before the world decides I am in.
I stand between yes and no,
between the door and the knock.
Nothing chooses me yet—
I am wider than the clock.
I live in superposition,
not lost, not defined.
All my possible futures
rest in the same mind.
Don’ t ask me which one is real,
don’ t force me into view.
I am every path I could take
until I collapse with you.
I am a wave across your question,
a particle when you stare.
I change my shape by being seen,
I soften when you care.
I move without permission,
I jump without a sound.
No map can hold my motion,
no center pulls me down.
I stay in superposition,
not broken, not confused.
Every truth is waiting
to see which one you choose.
I’ m not afraid of uncertainty,
it’ s where I learned to breathe.
Clarity is just one outcome
I don’ t always need.
If you touch me, I become something.
If you don’ t, I remain vast.
Faith and doubt share the same body,
future leaning on the past.
I live in superposition,
not half, not whole.
I’ m the space before decision,
the silence after control.
Stand with me in the maybe,
don’ t rush me into one.
Love is also a measurement
that changes what I’ ve become.
I was never undecided.
I was always more than one.