In the quiet of the morning light
I wake up to the same old fight
The clock ticks on, the coffee brews
Routine’s grip, like well-worn shoes

But somewhere deep within my chest
A spark ignites, a silent quest
A yearning for a different view
A point of change, a chance to renew

Breaking the loop, I step outside
The mundane fades, the colors collide
Through the fog of habit, I find my way
To a crossroad where choices sway

The subway hums, the city whirls
Faces blur, like distant pearls
Yet in this rush, a whisper grows
A melody of dreams, a secret prose

And as the train rattles on its track
I glimpse a door, a world to crack
The mundane fades, the colors ignite
A point of inflection, a chance to take flight

Breaking the loop, I step outside
The mundane fades, the colors collide
Through the fog of habit, I find my way
To a crossroad where choices sway
Breaking the loop, I step outside
The mundane fades, the colors collide
Through the fog of habit, I find my way
To a crossroad where choices sway

The routine trembles, the walls thin
I taste the breeze, feel the sun begin
The old script crumbles, a new one unfurls
A point of inflection, where magic swirls

Breaking the loop, I step outside
The mundane fades, the colors collide
Through the fog of habit, I find my way
To a crossroad where choices sway
Breaking the loop, I step outside
The mundane fades, the colors collide
Through the fog of habit, I find my way
To a crossroad where choices sway

And there, at the edge of the known
I leap, I stumble, I’m not alone
For life’s sweetest symphony begins
At the point of inflection, where change begins