Before words, sound. Before understanding, feeling. Before growth, waiting.

​This is an unfolding of existence. From a cry as the only language, a voice rises. At first, the world responds with wonder, but awareness brings the weight of expectation. What began as love transforms into pressure.

​Caught in a maze, expression meets resistance. Questions are met with a haunting refrain: patience… relax… wait. Yet time moves without urgency, unconcerned with the desire to become more.

​The patterns persist into the world of work. Patience is praised, but progress feels delayed.

​What does it truly mean to grow?

​This lyrical work explores the struggle between who we are and who we are told to be. For anyone defined by time, this is a mirror.