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