Each step sizzles, fire greets frost melting, refreezing on this restless deck Thoughts queue like gulls on a railing squabbling for scraps of attention I toss I reload a prompt for borrowed lightning scroll a feed for proof the world still spins Tiny clicks become my metronome brain barking move, body lagging behind the countdown What’s right feels anchored, heavy What’s easy. A riptide shortcut Distractions split into twin sirens one hums technicolor invention the other whispers shipwreck stories in the dark I tag every signal for data, toss zero crumbs Right choice rents itself short-term if optics demand easy choice rides the current till someone spots the missing lifeboat I log both frequencies, keep neither close balancing empathy like cargo, profit in every sway The ocean, tired of my perfect pace, surges spilling awkward silence onto my boots I dodge small talk like rogue crates on deck yet one loose laugh escapes a flare the water mirrors back in metallic blue What’s right feels anchored, heavy What’s easy. A riptide shortcut Distractions split into twin sirens one hums technicolor invention the other whispers shipwreck stories in the dark It’s always a sprint against the ghost of myself mind snapping a whip the muscles can’t outrun Tonight I let the stopwatch drown count heartbeats, not milliseconds The deck stays level, horizon steady and I’m still the first to the railing
