Keep Moving

I rise with the concrete tide. Sidewalks buck and split— every crack in the pavement shakes the dust out of my mind. Teeth clenched. No brakes. Bail out or smash through— either way I’m not doing time for ghosts of old mistakes. Yeah, maybe I was a fool. Maybe I talked too loud, walked too proud, cut people deep when I didn’t mean to. If I burned bridges— if I acted cruel— then this is me saying it: I’m sorry. But the engine’s running now. My body keeps moving forward— so my soul better keep up. I’m screaming at Father Time in the middle of the street, arguing over every scar I carved into my past. Thighs on fire. Salt in my eyes. Breath ripping through my lungs— but it’s dragging me somewhere. Somewhere new. Somewhere I can feel young again. DON’T GET— DON’T GET— DON’T GET— LAZY. Because you will— you will— you will— GET STUCK AGAIN. My vessel keeps moving so my spirit better run. No time to spiral, no time to rot— I gotta roll before this body turns brittle and rust eats through my bones. Yeah— I still hear your expectations ringing in my skull. And no— I still don’t give a fuck. Momentum is survival. Keep moving. Keep burning. DON’T GET LAZY— YOU’LL GET STUCK AGAIN. Rising with the concrete tide. Broken asphalt rattles the fog out of my mind. Jump ship or crash headfirst— I won’t rot in a cage for yesterday’s crimes. Maybe I was reckless. Maybe I was cruel. But this machine keeps rolling— and if my body moves forward my soul has to follow.