Lyrics
**Title: "Awakening Pokes"**
[Verse]
In a maze of shadows, we wander blind,
Guinea pigs seeking truth we can't find.
The cosmic riddles, veiled in starlight,
Whisper secrets beyond our mortal sight.
[Pre-Chorus]
You don't know you don't know,
Caught in the labyrinth's flow.
I'm the dreamer, you're the sleeper,
And reality dances on a tightrope.
[Chorus]
Hard to expect a guinea pig to know the truth,
Lost in the cosmic fog, chasing proof.
But when the stars align, and the moon is ripe,
Maybe a gentle poke will ignite the light.
[Bridge]
I'll gather stardust in my palms,
Craft constellations from forgotten psalms.
Across dimensions, I'll whisper your name,
Hoping the universe echoes the same.
[Chorus]
Hard to expect a guinea pig to know the truth,
Lost in the cosmic fog, chasing proof.
But when the stars align, and the moon is ripe,
Maybe a gentle poke will ignite the light.
[Outro]
So dream on, little sleeper, in your cocoon,
For awakening awaits, like a hidden monsoon.
And when the celestial currents align just right,
A simple poke may birth galaxies of insight.
**Title: "Awakening Pokes"**
[Verse]
In a maze of shadows, we wander blind,
Guinea pigs seeking truth we can't find.
The cosmic riddles, veiled in starlight,
Whisper secrets beyond our mortal sight.
[Pre-Chorus]
You don't know you don't know,
Caught in the labyrinth's flow.
I'm the dreamer, you're the sleeper,
And reality dances on a tightrope.
[Chorus]
Hard to expect a guinea pig to know the truth,
Lost in the cosmic fog, chasing proof.
But when the stars align, and the moon is ripe,
Maybe a gentle poke will ignite the light.
[Bridge]
I'll gather stardust in my palms,
Craft constellations from forgotten psalms.
Across dimensions, I'll whisper your name,
Hoping the universe echoes the same.
[Chorus]
Hard to expect a guinea pig to know the truth,
Lost in the cosmic fog, chasing proof.
But when the stars align, and the moon is ripe,
Maybe a gentle poke will ignite the light.
[Outro]
So dream on, little sleeper, in your cocoon,
For awakening awaits, like a hidden monsoon.
And when the celestial currents align just right,
A simple poke may birth galaxies of insight.
