Questions in the Glass

[Intro] I walk the hallways of my own thoughts, softly lit by patient lamps A whisper in my chest asks, who am I when the walls still speak in scripts [Verse 1] I tell you my name, but it slips like water through my hands The label sticks, but the wind in me rearranges the strands You map the ache with charts and scales, I watch my figure blur If clarity is a compass, mine keeps spinning, unsure [Pre-Chorus] A patient voice inside says: maybe I’m not fixed, just learning to breathe You nod and prescribe a map, but the map redraws every time I leave [Chorus] Who am I, when the answers wobble in the glass Who am I when the questions last longer than the last If understanding comes in fragments, can I trust what I see Seeking you, seeking me, in the spaces where I’m not free [Verse 2] Miscommunication stitches thin between the words I mean and what you hear You hear a problem, I hear a corridor with doors that disappear We chase a shared language through echoes of my private fears And the clock keeps counting questions I’ve not learned to name here [Pre-Chorus] Inside my throat a chorus begs: don’t fix me till you hear all of me But the room fills with verdicts, and I’m shrinking to what you won’t disagree [Chorus] Who am I, when the answers wobble in the glass Who am I when the questions last longer than the last If understanding comes in fragments, can I trust what I see Seeking you, seeking me, in the spaces where I’m not free [Bridge] Maybe the quest is not answers, but learning how to hold the doubt To sit with the not-knowing, while the doctor hums a cautious route We walk together, two strangers sharing a map of uncertain routes And in that shared distance, I might begin to hear my own voice out [Chorus] Who am I, when the answers wobble in the glass Who am I when the questions last longer than the last If understanding comes in fragments, can I trust what I see Seeking you, seeking me, in the spaces where I’m not free [Outro] So I carry the questions like keys, not to unlock, but to explore If the door is unclear, I’ll knock again, asking for a little more