Reality Maintenance (Moving Window XII)

Letra#

[INTRO - SPOKEN (filtered, like a status report)]
Status: world online.
Uptime: unknown.
Errors: yes.
Response: keep going.

[VERSE 1]
I wake up and the sky is still loading,
coffee like a soft reset in my hands.
I check the usual leaks:
the news in my chest,
the panic in my plans.

Somebody’s shouting “truth” in the street again,
somebody’s selling fear by the pound—
but I’ve got small work,
quiet work:
tighten the bolts that hold my day to the ground.

I don’t have a theory that saves me,
I’ve got routines that keep me sane—
close the window, sweep the floor,
message back, breathe once more,
patch the cracks before they widen into pain.

[PRE-CHORUS]
’Cause the ruliad is endless weather,
storms of “could” in every lane—
but this little world I’m standing in
stays standing
because I keep repairing the frame.

[CHORUS]
Reality maintenance—
keep the lights on, keep the room from spinning.
Reality maintenance—
hold the line when the noise starts winning.
I don’t own the cosmos, I just keep my corner clean,
I keep the fragile story running
like it’s something that I mean.

Reality maintenance—
turn the chaos down, turn the heart back on.
Reality maintenance—
carry the day till the day is gone.
If the world is a moving window,
then I’m the hand on the screen—
steadying the shaking picture,
making “now” stay seen.

[VERSE 2]
I learned the hard way:
belief isn’t just a thought,
it’s a habit with consequences.
You feed it long enough,
it becomes the floor,
it becomes the fence.

So I do a little garbage collection
of the lies I autoplay—
I clear the cache of old goodbyes,
I uninstall the “I’m not enough”,
I update what I say.

And love—
love is not fireworks, not prophecy,
love is a checklist in the dark:
did you eat, did you sleep,
did you call, did you keep
your promise when the system tried to crash?

[PRE-CHORUS 2]
I can’t fix the whole timeline,
can’t debug every branch—
but I can choose what I repeat
and what I refuse,
and that’s a kind of chance.

[CHORUS]
Reality maintenance—
keep the lights on, keep the room from spinning.
Reality maintenance—
hold the line when the noise starts winning.
I don’t own the cosmos, I just keep my corner clean,
I keep the fragile story running
like it’s something that I mean.

Reality maintenance—
turn the chaos down, turn the heart back on.
Reality maintenance—
carry the day till the day is gone.
If the world is a moving window,
then I’m the hand on the screen—
steadying the shaking picture,
making “now” stay seen.

[BRIDGE - SPOKEN (incident report, with dub delay throws)]
Incident: narrative overload.
Cause: too many voices, not enough breath.
Mitigation: one honest sentence.
One glass of water.
One “I’m here.”
One “we can try again.”

(beat)
Sometimes the miracle is not a breakthrough.
Sometimes it’s… no collapse.

[BRIDGE - SUNG (lift, more melodic)]
So I keep my tools by the bedside:
a little patience, a little humor,
a little stubborn mercy.
I keep my promises small enough to keep,
and that’s how the