When the world gets sharp and messy, I’ll stay alert in what I see. I’ll turn toward what’s real and good. Let my choices speak clearly—Yeah, that’s sensibility.
Soft as truth, inspiring me to -
envision far and deep.
People used to chase the loudest sound ,
Now they start to quiet down.
’Cause sense is more than style,
More than what they are trying to hide.
It’s knowing when to slow it down—
And when to stand, to accelerate...
I’m learning sensibility,
How to feel without losing tempers..
Hold my values like-
something precious,
Not a storm,
not an overwhelming emotions;
cool down before I speak my thoughts—
Let kindness be my compass,
That’s the art of sensibility.
Red flags in a great smile,
I’ve stopped calling it “just a phase.”
Some outdated rules are meant to break,
So I continue to make influence,
I’ll read the clue underneath,
Not like fear or negligence.
Choose what makes me decide today,
And let the suspiciousness drift away.
Not too hard, not too cold—
Just balanced where I’m meant to stand firmly.
If I miss, I’ll still recover,
If I grow, I’ll still be an intelligent human being.
I’m practicing sensibility,
Gentle truth and steady energy.
When the world gets sharp and messy,
I’ll stay alert in what I see.
I’ll turn toward what’s real and good—
Let my choices speak clearly—
Yeah, that’s sensibility.
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