Ayob Palani - Caught In The Web Of Self Lyrics

What is this "me," this "I," that longs to grasp it all,
Stretching far beyond its limits, a delicate thrall?
To wield such power, one must bear creation's weight,
From the birth of atoms to their intricate fate

Each part entwined, flourishing in relation,
Yet you must endure this endless rotation
This is what I mean when I say you stretch too far,
A taut string aching, pulled by its own scar

Yet you, amidst this reel, suddenly awake,
Yearning to control, to steer the path you take
With borrowed time and fleeting tools, you race,
Oh, my true, poor soul, the strongest in this space

But it is neither you nor I who shines like a star,
For that brilliance, too, is trapped in its jar
Bound to its legacy, its fame-a heavy claim,
Ensnared in shadows, caught in the game

Oh, my true, poor soul, the strongest in this space.
Neither you nor I can truly shine with such grace
Breathe deeply, release this long-forgotten strife,
Shed the heavy burdens, the chains of life

Let the spring rain nourish this parched land anew,
Washing away sorrow, revealing joy's true hue
Through pain and struggle, we'll find our grace,
Oh, my true, poor soul, the strongest in this space