Tectonic Grin

[Verse 1]
That frayed-edge poster, thumbtacked above my bed,
Saw me plotting tectonic shifts inside my head.
A faded hero, all rebellion and roar,
Taught my quiet youth to dream of something more.
Stacked old comic books, a bedrock of escape,
Shaped the secret contours of my fate.

[Chorus]
Still feel that rumble, deep beneath the floor,
The sound of fifteen, knocking at my core.
A mischievous tremor, a laugh line in the stone,
This old promise, I still call my own.

[Verse 2]
Years piled up like river silt, slow and deep,
Tried to bury promises the quiet heart would keep.
My old man’s wisdom, weighty as granite dust,
Said "Stay grounded, son, don't trust to wanderlust."
But a crystalline ambition, sharp and thin,
Pushed against the strata, from way down within.

[Bridge]
Now the fault lines trace a map across my face,
Each laugh and struggle, holding its own sacred space.
That teenage vow, etched deep, a buried vein,
Still pumps a wild, electric current through my frame.

[Outro]
Yeah, that dusty old rockstar, still sings in my soul,
With a pocket full of promise, making me whole.