Second-Glance Sunday

The soil was barren,

the landscape was cold No life in the garden,

or so I was told.

But it’s time for the circuit,

the dance of the year Stumbling on the prospect,

and you’re standing there.

My people and yours,

a collision of space

"Don't you know him?" And I’m looking at your face.

Huh.

A total reset.

When did the atmosphere shift?

When did you get hot?

Now I’m tracking every movement,

every look that you’ve got.

Double take, triple take,

the logic is gone Take me to the after-party,

let the night carry on.

The plot is thickening,

the tension is clear

When did you get hot?

The vision is here.

Kudos on the upgrade,

the aesthetic is refined You were a ghost in the background,

now you’re taking my mind.

Wait—can you move mountains?

Are you shifting the tide?

You were a chaotic kid,

now you've got nothing to hide.

Sorry I missed the design,

the genius in the plan

Thank the stars, you’re a striking,

new man.

Big riff incoming.

I need a second.

J'ai besoin d'une minute.

Okay, let’s go.

100%

Tiguidou.

The vision is updated.

When did you get hot?