WHEN NOTHING TOOK ITS PLACE Verse 1 I waited for the feeling that would tell me I was free, some quiet inner certainty, some unmistakable peace. But worry came with tension, and impatience had a face— then one day they weren't happening, and nothing took their place. Chorus Nothing took its place. No bell, no burst of grace. I tied my shoes, I made some tea, forgot to check the state of me. I thought that peace would feel like peace, something warm that I could name. But sometimes when the trouble leaves, nothing takes its place. Verse 2 I carried not-rightness like a lens across the day: work was wrong, love was wrong, I was somehow wrong this way. I waited for the opposite, for rightness to arrive— but when the verdict wasn't there, I simply lived my life. Chorus Nothing took its place. No badge upon the day. I drove the car, I fed the dog, got briefly lost inside a thought. The seeker wanted evidence, a sign that things had changed. But when the old alarm went quiet, nothing took its place. Bridge Maybe freedom isn't something that arrives and fills the room. Maybe you notice later: Oh— that old thing didn't bloom. No need to hold the silence. No need to make it stay. The refrigerator stops humming— then you get on with your day. Final Chorus Nothing took its place. And maybe that's the grace: no permanent peace to own, no awakened state to call my home. Just fewer moments arguing that THIS should wear another face. And when the argument is absent— nothing needs to take its place.
