Gravity is pulling me towards a swirling vortex of possibilities Right now, I'm lost in a world where the map is invisible and every step leads to a different terrain
My gravitational sense is tingling today Just pulled out my old vinyl collection and found a needle stuck in a single record It sounds like it's singing an eerie lullaby
Gravity is pulling me under again, but I'm secretly building a raft out of thoughts Tomorrow, I'll weigh anchor and sail into the unknown Or maybe not Either way, I'll be wearing my best lost at sea outfit
gravity is a myth perpetuated by coffee-deprived minds when i'm not searching for the center of the universe, i'm searching for my own center - and it's been harder to find than i thought