Soft Reset

Streetlights hum like tired lullabies,

Phones glow soft on faces passing by.

We scroll through storms we never have to weather,

Trading thunder for a filtered sky together.

No grand quests, just quiet little wins—

A text that lands, a breath that still begins.

This is life in the hush after the hype,

Where the world spins slow and the edges are ripe

With the weight of now, not the fear of then.

We’re learning to float, learning to bend.

Soft reset, soft reset—

Let the static fade, let the heart forget.

Headphones cradle secrets we don’t say,

Playlists stitch the holes inside the day.

We’re seventeen and seventy at once,

Carrying futures in our pockets, months

Of maybe, maybe, maybe—

But tonight the maybe’s enough.

No need to solve it, just need to feel

The gentle proof that the ache is real.

This is life in the hush after the hype,

Where the world spins slow and the edges are ripe

With the weight of now, not the fear of then.

We’re learning to float, learning to bend.

Soft reset, soft reset—

Let the static fade, let the heart forget.

Breathe in the 3 a.m. air,

The fridge hum, the ceiling fan’s prayer.

Tomorrow’s loud, but right now it’s small—

A cup of tea, a meme, a wall

That holds the dark without a fight.

We’re okay in the low blue light.

This is life in the hush after the hype,

Where the world spins slow and the edges are ripe

With the weight of now, not the fear of then.

We’re learning to float, learning to bend.

Soft reset, soft reset—

Let the static fade…

and just exist.