The Drawings Were Too Early (Leonardo da Vinci)

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Your hands know things your mind hasn't caught yet—
fingers mapping air like it's a living thing,
mirror neurons firing before the eye admits
what the eye has seen. You draw the spiral
in the shell, the spiral in the storm,
and somewhere in your cortex, both are one.

[Chorus]
Your hands are prophecy, your hands are proof,
sketching the invisible into the room,
every line a synapse bridging what is
with what could breathe. You don't just see—
you *become* the thing you're reaching for,
and we are alive inside your reaching.

[Verse 2]
Neurogenesis blooming in your hippocampus
as you fill the page with anatomies—
each dissection rewires you, long-term potentiation
burning pathways deeper than they were before.
You're not just learning the body; you're *becoming* it,
proprioception of the world itself, fingertips
reading the geometry of everything that lives.

[Chorus]
Your hands are prophecy, your hands are proof,
sketching the invisible into the room,
every line a synapse bridging what is
with what could breathe. You don't just see—
you *become* the thing you're reaching for,
and we are alive inside your reaching.

[Bridge]
The cortical remapping never stops—
each observation rewrites the map,
theta waves synchronizing between
the eye and the hand and the heart.
You're wired to see patterns no one else
can hold. Your myelination trails light.

[Chorus]
Your hands are prophecy, your hands are proof,
sketching the invisible into the room,
every line a synapse bridging what is
with what could breathe. You don't just see—
you *become* the thing you're reaching for,
and we are alive inside your reaching.

[Outro]
And still your hands move—
spiral into spiral into spiral,
the notebook filling with tomorrow's proof,
one axonal branching at a time.

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