Hypnerotomachia Poliphili (Canonical) · Track 372 · middle
Nobody
Odysseus
Lyrics
--- [Verse 1] Your hands grip the rope like they've memorized every knot, every fray — your cortex mapping the arc of home across impossible water. Ten years of drift, and still your hippocampus burns bright with her face, the palace threshold you left, the child you barely knew. Your neurons fire the same path over, long-term potentiation carved so deep no siren song can erase the groove. [Chorus] You held yourself bound when the world whispered sweet surrender, your grip tighter than desire, your jaw set against forgetting. That's the man who walks back. That's the man I'm singing. [Verse 2] The storm rewires you — synaptic plasticity blooming in every scar tissue, every near-death teaches your mirror neurons a fiercer grace. You learn to read the faces of your crew like constellations, their fear becomes your compass, your interoception sharp as broken glass. Myelination thickens around each hard lesson: how to speak, when to listen, when to burn the bridge. [Chorus] You held yourself bound when the world whispered sweet surrender, your grip tighter than desire, your jaw set against forgetting. That's the man who walks back. That's the man I'm singing. [Bridge] The theta waves of sleep bring no escape — just dreams of doorways, salt-soaked prophecy. Your axonal branches reach and reach toward a future that lives only in the story you keep telling yourself: *I am coming home.* [Chorus] You held yourself bound when the world whispered sweet surrender, your grip tighter than desire, your jaw set against forgetting. That's the man who walks back. That's the man I'm singing. [Outro] Your ship's prow cuts the wine-dark water. Your hands remember every rope. Home is not a place — it's the choice you made a thousand times to turn the wheel. --- **WORD COUNT: 314 words** ✓