Aksonance — Here (November 2025)
City lights are waking early, shine on streets that never sleep. People run with bags and coffee, counting hours they can’t keep. Screens are playing silver stories, songs of joy on every door, but somewhere in the quiet morning, I just breathe, and want no more.
Light me anyway, even when I don’t believe. Turn the noise into a melody, and the rush into a dream. Every year we chase tomorrow, but tonight, I want to stay — ’cause life is burning bright, right here, right now — light me anyway.
