[Intro]

[Intro] (Instrumental Solo) [Verse 1] Perception’s a slipknot, twists ’round every expectation Tugs between who I am and who I’m supposed to be, a constant negotiation Suspended mid-tug-of-war, no ground beneath my feet Caught in the crack where present and potential meet But gratitude’s a counterweight, forged from intentional grace Not a throwaway “thanks”—it’s a choice to see the shape [Chorus] I keep measuring distance like it’s the only meaning Counting the gap like it’s a truth I have to believe in But gratitude yanks me back when I drift too far off track Reminds me the process is where the art lives at If ambition blurs the view till I’m sprinting blind Gratitude’s the breath that says “Look where you are, this time” [Verse 2] I’m hooked on the doing—creating, striving, proving Chasing the next win till the present’s all but ruined Tasks wear crowns, claim my attention like they own the hour Each moment a ransom, held hostage by the power Of a voice that screams “just hit the goal, then it’ll be worth it” So I forfeit the now for a finish line that’s perfect Ambition sharpens my gaze into a scope’s narrow lens Always asking “what’s next?” while the world right here bends [Verse 3] It’s like hiking a peak I don’t even want to climb I just crave the “I did it” buzz, the trophy in my mind Gravel bites my boots, balance teeters on a thread I tune out the burn, the grit, the weight inside my head Flowers blur to background, fresh air’s just white noise Passerby smiles fade—all static in the chase for my prize I chant the same prayer, a broken record in my skull “The view at the top will fix it all, just get there, pull” [Chorus] I keep measuring distance like it’s the only meaning Counting the gap like it’s a truth I have to believe in But gratitude yanks me back when I drift too far off track Reminds me the process is where the art lives at If ambition blurs the view till I’m sprinting blind Gratitude’s the breath that says “Look where you are, this time” [Verse 4] I’ve stood on summits, chest puffed with borrowed pride Tied blessing to arrival, like that’s where life decides To hand out the worth I’ve been begging to earn But why save thanks for the peak? Why let the trail burn? Every step held a lesson, a challenge, a new lens Even the stumbles had weight if I’d just let them in By locking meaning to the top, I’ve missed the whole damn story The trail’s where we live—not the highlight reel glory [Bridge] The trail holds most of the time Most of the story Most of the becoming So if I only celebrate arrival… I’m skipping my own life [Verse 5] What if gratitude is blessing the climb right now? Not just the trophy moment, but the dirt beneath my brow Naming gifts as they bloom, not when they’re long gone Treating small sparks like sacred, not “later, when I’m done” It shifts the lens—turns the path into purpose Wraps ordinary moments around me when I’m nervous Life doesn’t wait for the peak to start unfolding It’s in the stumble, the breath, the stories we’re holding [Chorus] I keep measuring distance like it’s the only meaning Counting the gap like it’s a truth I have to believe in But gratitude yanks me back when I drift too far off track Reminds me the process is where the art lives at If ambition blurs the view till I’m sprinting blind Gratitude’s the breath that says “Look where you are, this time” [Outro] Ambition can build you up, carve you into something new But gratitude’s the thread that keeps your heart human, true Honor the journey— Not just its heights, but the quiet rhythm of the climb