Set The Line

Woke in the motion I mapped in the night, now the steps in the silence are landing precise Vectors were visions I held in the dark, now the pressure is present, the pattern is live Lines in the dust turn to weight in the will, every thought that I forged is beginning to bind Breath in the ribs like a measured command, feel the force in the foot when it touches the line Noise on the edges still scratching for space but the center is settled, it’s steady, it’s mine Time in my chest isn’t ticking, it’s placed, every second is set when intention aligns Pulse in the pavement repeating the code, feel it travel the sole and return to the spine Drift was a teacher that showed me the blur but the focus decides what I carry in stride Eyes on the distance but mind on the ground, every inch of the step is a sign I define Rhythm of purpose is forming the sound, nothing random remains when the will is designed Forward is chosen, no fracture in motion, no split in the state I’m holding inside All of the weight in the world finds its place when I step in the moment I set the line No more drifting inside the design I feel the ground when I set the line All of the knowing converts to a sign Power is placed when I set the line Nothing can pull me out of the spine Weight in the will when I set the line Cold in the morning but focus is warm, every breath in the body is keeping it formed Storm in the distance is shaping the state, I don’t fight what is coming, I step in the storm Hands on the current I learn how to turn it, the force in the flow is no longer ignored Choice in the muscle is breaking the cycle, the fear in the frame isn’t held anymore Light isn’t hunted, it lives in the stride, truth isn’t spoken, it walks at my side Paths aren’t given, they open with time, weight in the will when I set and align Steps like a metronome marking the climb, every movement is measured and pressed into time Thought into action converting the mind, nothing is separate when pressure combines Sound of intention is low and refined, strength in the silence I carry inside Vision is steady, the blur falls behind, edges dissolve when the center is defined Breathing in patterns that sharpen the sign, nothing can shake what I’ve set into line All of the motion is moving through me but none of it moves me I set the line No more drifting inside the design I feel the ground when I set the line All of the knowing converts to a sign Power is placed when I set the line Nothing can pull me out of the spine Weight in the will when I set the line Measured momentum, the body remembers Stillness is louder than noise in the center Pressure is present but never a threat now Form in the force that I hold and I render Forward is simple, no split in the stride Time isn’t chasing, it’s placed at my side World keeps on moving but I stay aligned Nothing is random I set the line No more drifting inside the design I feel the ground when I set the line All of the knowing converts to a sign Power is placed when I set the line Nothing can pull me out of the spine Weight in the will when I set the line When I set the line I always set the line