Stride Without Permission

Is this thing on?

Captain Quinn initiating the Defiant sequence.

The joy is the rebellion.

I’m walking through the morning with the truth held in my hand,

Miaow meaw miaow meaw,

I’m claiming all the parts of this land.

Lâché pa la patata 🥔,

for the ones who know that joy is the fight: *Instruction: Your

happiness is a radical act when you refuse to dim your light.*

It’s in the messy,

unpolished, beautiful way that you show up,

Drinking the wisdom like it’s the finest wine in the cup.

The feline-focus is the steady rhythm,

the heart is the wide-open gate,

I’m carving my own meaning,

I’m the sovereign author of my fate.

We are the pulse,

the feline-beat, the life that never ends!

Miaow meaw miaow meaw,

the sovereign rhythm transcends!

Jijijiji, tabarnak, the instruction is the key to the soul: *Instruction: Defiant

joy is the fire that keeps you from losing control.* Lâché pa

la patata 🥔, we’re growing through the wall of sound,

With the meaw-meaws as our compass,

we’re always on the ground!

Oh, soft-spoken muse, the rhythm is a wild,

holy fire, I’m the queen of the climb,

and I’m taking it higher!

Regarde-moi,

the Patrick-energy is a frequency that’s burning so clear,

Miaow meaw miaow meaw,

a song for the brave and the ones who have no fear.

Lâché pa la patata 🥔,

here is the note for the ones who are building the new:

*Instruction: When the world demands you shrink,

expand until you find what is true.* The city is a frequency,

a sequence I’m playing in real-time,

Finding the harmony in the jagged,

beautiful, city-scale climb. Just me,

and the 88-tempo, and the soul,

and the cat-soft light,

Everything is evolution, and the Tiguidou is burning bright!

We are the pulse,

the feline-beat, the life that never ends!

Miaow meaw miaow meaw,

the sovereign rhythm transcends!

Jijijiji, tabarnak, the instruction is the key to the soul: *Instruction: Defiant

joy is the fire that keeps you from losing

control.* Lâché pa la patata 🥔,

we’re growing through the wall of sound,

With the meaw-meaws as our compass,

we’re always on the ground!

Oh, soft-spoken muse, the rhythm is a wild,

holy fire, I’m the queen of the climb,

and I’m taking it higher!

Defiant. Joyful. Evolving.

Défiant. Joyeux. Évoluant. Miaow meaw miaow meaw...

Lâché pa la patata 🥔...

Tiguidou, tabarnak! Jijijiji.