The Driveway in Lake Forest Park (Octavia Butler)

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
You grew futures in your mind like gardens,
synaptic pathways blazing bright with what-ifs,
each neuron firing its prediction forward—
your cortex remapping possibility itself.
You didn't just imagine worlds colliding;
you lived them first, your mirror neurons dancing
with characters not yet born, their struggles
becoming your own proprioceptive knowledge.

[Chorus]
You planted seeds in the dark between heartbeats,
grew worlds that breathed and bled and spoke back,
your hands moving through stories like water,
and we drank deep from what your mind unlocked.

[Verse 2]
Your hippocampus wove futures and histories together,
long-term potentiation cementing every vision
until the boundaries blurred—past, present, possible—
all of it real in your hands, your electric fingers.
You wrote the apocalypse like a love letter,
not because you worshipped endings but because
you knew: humans reshape themselves through crisis,
neurogenesis blooming in the wreckage of old selves.

[Chorus]
You planted seeds in the dark between heartbeats,
grew worlds that breathed and bled and spoke back,
your hands moving through stories like water,
and we drank deep from what your mind unlocked.

[Bridge]
Your theta waves hummed with compassion,
each sentence a synapse firing toward empathy—
you didn't predict the future, you *felt* it first,
your whole body a tuning fork for what-must-be,
interoception turned prophetic, turned sacred.

[Chorus]
You planted seeds in the dark between heartbeats,
grew worlds that breathed and bled and spoke back,
your hands moving through stories like water,
and we drank deep from what your mind unlocked.

[Outro]
Those seeds are still growing in us,
axonal branches reaching toward your light,
your garden alive in every voice you gifted breath.

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**WORD COUNT: 278 words** ✓