The Predictive Model

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Your hands still know the throttle—
muscle memory that wired itself in,
synapses firing like fuel ignition.
You bent your whole cortex toward speed,
toward the curve where trajectory meets nerve,
and something in you *sang* there.
The helmet came off and the grin stayed.

[Chorus]
You were burning through the track,
rewriting what a body could become,
your mirror neurons firing in the crowd—
teaching them all how to *move* like that.
Every lap was long-term potentiation,
strength building on strength,
your legend myelinating faster than fear.

[Verse 2]
You remapped your own proprioception—
knew the bike's weight as an extension,
a phantom limb you trusted completely.
Your hippocampus consolidated every apex,
every braking point,
each run a consolidation of nerve and reflex
so fine-tuned that hesitation couldn't land.
The track became your interoception:
you *felt* the machine's heartbeat as your own.

[Chorus]
You were burning through the track,
rewriting what a body could become,
your mirror neurons firing in the crowd—
teaching them all how to *move* like that.
Every lap was long-term potentiation,
strength building on strength,
your legend myelinating faster than fear.

[Bridge]
Your hands still hold the shape of the handlebars,
the axons still reaching, still branching
toward that moment when steel met asphalt met *you*—
and you chose to stay alive in it,
to let the glory live in the unbuckled helmet,
in the sweat, in the crowd's roar
that *your* neurons set on fire.

[Chorus]
You were burning through the track,
rewriting what a body could become,
your mirror neurons firing in the crowd—
teaching them all how to *move* like that.
Every lap was long-term potentiation,
strength building on strength,
your legend myelinating faster than fear.

[Outro]
The helmet sits there, grinning,
empty of everything but you—
and the track still holds your ghost-lean,
still remembers the velocity of grace.