lucky starfish

(Verse 1 - Existential Drift)
In the glow of a tank, where the shadows play tricks,
A creature drifts slow, through the salt and the mist.
Why does one arm reach for the light up above,
While the other's just curled, in the silt and the shove?
Is the water the same, or the glass that contains?
Or the gaze from outside, that ignites all the flames?
Floating questions, no fins to propel,
Just the echo of why... in a watery hell.

(Chorus - The Pull of the Unknown)
Is it luck? Is it love? Is it just the ring-light above?
One spark in the dark, one fade into none.
Does the current decide, or the hand that it feeds?
Lucky starfish, tell me— what's the spell that it needs?
Round and round, in the spin of the tide,
We chase what we can't hold, on the flip of a side.

(Verse 2 - Whispers of Wonder)
Imagine the shimmer, that golden caress,
Arms unfurling soft, in a world without mess.
One touch from the stars, and the ordinary gleams,
Turns the mundane to magic, bursts the seams of our dreams.
What if the luck was a breath on the glass,
A ripple that lingers, makes the moment surpass?
Wonders unfold in the wink of an eye,
Where the plain becomes prized, and the lost says goodbye.

(Bridge - The Bare Swap)
Then one night in the hush, when the moon's at its peak,
A quiet exchange— no splash, no critique.
From tank to the glow, and back to the dim,
The creature returns, but the wonder grows thin.
Coins in the current, they flow and they pour,
For a glimpse of the gleam that was never before.
But now in the silence, the arms droop once more...

(Verse 3 - Existential Echo)
Back to the drift, through the questions that cling,
Why does the shine fade when the keepers don't sing?
Is the essence in motion, or locked in the stare?
The void in the tank, or the hope in the air?
We ponder the pull, in the pull of the deep,
Where luck's just a lie that we whisper to sleep.
No answers in bubbles, no truths in the flow,
Just the creature, adrift... in the what ifs we know.

(Chorus - Fading Out)
Is it luck? Is it love? Is it just the ring-light above?
One spark in the dark, one fade into none.
Does the current decide, or the hand that it feeds?
Lucky starfish, tell me— what's the spell that it needs?
Round and round... (fade)

(Outro - The Reveal)
And as the last ripple settles, the veil pulls away:
The keeper was a girl, with a wink and a sway.
The tank? Just a lad, with his coins in the stream...
Chasing her creature's luck, in a half-woken dream.
Is it luck? (echo) Is it love? (echo) ...or just us?