Moving Through the White

I pack light but I drag weight In the chest, not in the hands Air cuts short, it bites, it waits Every breath a counted plan I keep moving through the white Step by step, no second guess Every mile erases sight Leaves me only with the next... Motion is the rule I keep Trees don’t lean, they let me pass Quiet doesn’t mean they care Tracks fall in behind my path Like I was never standing there - I keep moving through the white Not to win, not to arrive Every beat resets the line Between staying sharp or still alive... Motion is the rule I keep Legs start lying to the spine Saying rest would change the count Every sound slips out of time Even breath feels overdrawn I keep moving through the white Same pace, same measured drum Every step still costs its price I pay it forward, one by one... Motion is enough tonight... Motion is enough tonight