Copyright © 2026 https://suno.com/@mich_bergde Mike Berg All rights reserved. The lights don’t flicker, they obey Every move is logged, every word weighed Something hums below the floor A coded pulse that asks for more You call it progress, polished, clean I hear the crack beneath the sheen Old desires dressed as need I don’t rush — I choose my speed You chase reflections on the screen I watch the source behind the scene This is the storm the machine made Fast and sharp, perfectly staged You run for shelter, beg for form I stand aligned inside the storm This is the storm the machine made Calm disguised as endless change You lose yourself in borrowed glow I don’t break — I let it blow Everything smoother, thinner, bright Instant answers, pre-approved light You trade the weight for constant flow I learned long ago what not to know While you dissolve into the feed I stay intact, I don’t concede No finish line, no final race I made my peace with time and place You fear the quiet, fill the space I trust the scar, I trust the trace This is the storm the machine made Soft command, a perfect cage You call it future, I call it noise I keep my depth, you keep your choice This is the storm the machine made Every edge pre-calibrated You bend, repeat, you re-perform I stand still inside the storm I’m not afraid of losing ground I’ve lost enough to stay unbound What you replace, I learned to shed I’m not what’s next — I’m what’s left This is the storm the machine made Yes, it’s real, and yes, it stays But I’m not built to fade or smear I don’t resist — I stay sincere Let it spin Let it roar I’ve seen this pattern all before Not the first Not the last I remain While it passes
