The clocks keep moving, no one cheers,

No shattered glass, no wasted tears.

The sky stays dark, the streets stay still,

No burning spark to bend the will.

Another year slips through the floor,

No grand finale, nothing more.

We wait for signs, we wait for light,

But nothing breaks the edge of night.

And when the silence rings,

Louder than the crowd,

I hear the truth in everything

I never said out loud.

No fire in the sky,

No reason to pretend—

Just me, this line, this moment here,

And what I carry in.

No clean escape, no second skin,

No fresh disguise to start again.

The past still breathes behind my back,

The weight, the loss, the things I lack.

No countdown saved me from myself,

No wish erased, no broken spell.

And when the silence rings,

I feel it in my bones,

Every truth I tried to bury,

Every road I chose.

No fire in the sky,

No false relief—

Just the cost of every step I took

And what it means to me.

Maybe change is not a flame,

Maybe it’s staying the same.

And choosing not to run,

When the noise is gone.

And when the silence rings,

I finally understand:

There’s no crown, no final scene,

Just a man who still can stand.

No fire in the sky,

No ending, no defense—

The night moves on, the year turns slow,

And I stay present in it.