I woke up clean, but not quite whole
Like something carved into my soul
A phantom pulse beneath my skin
A voice that hums from deep within
I smile, I breathe, I play the part
But I glitch when the world gets too sharp
Streetlights flicker when I'm near
And reflections whisper things I fear
I'm not dreaming, not asleep
But still I feel it running deep
The lines, the scripts, the loop remains
Like I'm still tethered by ghosted chains
Residual code in a waking mind
Still decoding what I left behind
I see the cracks beneath the day
Like I never really got away
If this is real, then why's it wrong?
And why do I still hear that song?
Maybe the dream uploaded me
Wrote me back differently
Now the world can't quite align
I'm still running background signs
I woke up... but maybe too soon
Still haunted by a dream-shaped tune