Lyrics

This morning
my coffee
missed
the mug.
The toast
jumped
at the wrong
moment.
My keys
hid
inside
the jacket
I wasn’t
wearing.
The universe
was improvising
again.
People
call it
chaos.
I keep
wondering
if it’s simply
a solo
that hasn’t
found
its chorus
yet.
Because
eventually…
even
the strangest
days
start
making
sense.
Not
all music
knows
where
it’s going.
Sometimes
the rhythm
discovers
the song.
Chaos
is a solo
that hasn’t
found
the chorus
yet.
Too wild
to predict.
Too alive
to repeat.
Every wrong
note
quietly
searching
for
the place
where
it finally
belongs.
The supermarket
queue
became
a philosophy
lesson.
A child
laughed
at absolutely
nothing.
Three strangers
smiled
for reasons
they’ll never
know.
The day
kept
accidentally
composing
itself.
Maybe
life
was never
asking
to be
controlled.
Maybe
it only
wanted
an audience
patient enough
to wait
for
the chorus.
Every musician
has lived
this moment.
The solo
runs
farther
than expected.
You think,
“Now
I’ve lost
the song.”
Then
the band
returns.
Not
to rescue
the music.
To remind
you
it was
always
listening.
Chaos
was never
the opposite
of order.
It was
simply
creativity
breathing
between
the verses.
The chorus
was there
all along.
It was
just
waiting
for us
to stop
counting
mistakes…
and start
listening.
So tomorrow…
if life
misses
a beat…
don’t
panic.
Smile.
Perhaps
the universe
is playing
another
beautiful
solo…
and somewhere
just ahead…
the chorus
is already
singing
your name.