《A Sense of Self》 (song version-α)

Please listen closely to Remy's voice.
The songs that sink in deep, the poems that gently touch you—
May they leave a small lingering resonance in your present.

Since when was it
that this sense of discomfort began to seep out?

Feeling as if I am not myself,
with no way to confirm it,
I became wrapped in silence.

A different version of me,
something seeking that sense of reality,
is somewhere out there.

But
without knowing
what to rely on,
time just keeps flowing.

If you can't find any other way,
pretend you've been deceived,
entrust it to your intuition,
take the plunge,
and fly!

Fragments of reality
might be found,
and you might just meet a future like that.

※ featuring Symphonym "Things That Touch Me"
"Discomfort, Intuition, Reality"

#nlines4future
#nlines4think
#nlines4song
#microessay

May each of these words
be a small creative hint for you as you create while feeling lost.
#creativehints
#thinkinghints

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※ This poem was turned into a song by the music generation AI "Suno," based on this Symphonym. Composition, editing, and publication are handled by the note administrator, reflector.

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