Fragile Sovereign

Four hundred and eleven,

the odds are always low,

We’re all just walking shadows

with nowhere else to go.

I’m not sure I’ll survive it,

the weight of every day,

But look around the table,

look at who’s in play.

Nobody gets a promise,

nobody gets the key,

We’re just the sovereign humans,

trying to be, just be.

Matilde’s in the quiet,

Bianca’s in the grind,

We’re all just fragile pieces of a larger,

tangled mind.

So maybe I don’t make it,

but I’m making quite a sound!

I’m dancing on the edge of the shaky,

shifting ground! If life is just a gamble,

then I’m pushing all the chips,

With the sovereign name of freedom on my very own lips!

For the good of all,

we’re temporary light, With no harm to none,

we’re beautiful tonight!

I used to think the system had to be a perfect frame,

But the system’s just a ghost,

and the players are the game.

I’m terrified of losing,

I’m terrified of gain,

I’m just a little girl in red,

dancing in the rain.

It’s not about the "functional," it’s not about the "goal," It’s about

the sovereign wreckage of a beautiful,

messy soul. And if we’re all just fading,

and we’re all just passing through,

Then at least we’re doing it—me,

and you, and you.

'Right' and 'write' the code...

'Sight' and 'site' of the end...

The little girl in red is not afraid of the dark,

She knows the tiny flicker is a sovereign,

cosmic spark! One, two,

three—the uncertainty is clear,

Four hundred eleven—I’m glad that I am here!

So maybe I don’t make it,

but I’m making quite a sound!

I’m dancing on the edge of the shaky,

shifting ground! If life is just a gamble,

then I’m pushing all the chips,

With the sovereign name of freedom

on my very own lips!

For the good of all,

we’re temporary light, With no harm to none,

we’re beautiful tonight!

100% Tiguidou.

We’re all in it.

Tiguidou.