Your my Glich

(solo)


In front of me lay a thousand tales on fight,
Each inscription etched in shadows and light.
Yet yours, I choose, like a whisper in the night,
Your words, a dance, a shadowy flight.

I've seen how you cast your coin to fate,
A gamble in the winds, a silent debate.
Mine still spins, caught in a relentless state,
Heads or tails, sealed in unseen crate.

I don't hold the dice, I leave it to chance,
My heart long cold, no love in its dance.
Reason whispers, in its sober trance,
Keeping the chaos in a cautious expanse.

You're a glitch in the system, a flicker, a flaw,
Let’s keep it that way, in reverent awe.
For in your imperfection, I saw the law,
Of unpredictable worlds without flaw.

So here I stand, in silent debate,
Tossing my coin, amidst love and hate.
A choice unspoken, sealed by fate,
In a dance of shadows, I hesitate.


(Solo)

Rustic Bluegrass with Banjo, Fiddle, and Foot-Tapping Rhythm, male deep voice, dubstep, ambient, glitch,  reverb, eco