[Verse 1] Step to the mark; keep the frame. Set my tempo, hold my aim. Breath sits low; shoulders down— find the signal, cut the sound. Room is clear; lights are thin, choose the few I’ll let come in. Screen facedown; edges slow— name what’s mine, let surplus go. One sure breath to start the line— then I cross it, by design. [Chorus] At the threshold I choose pace, not the pull of someone else’s race. Eyes ahead, my center steady— when I move, I move all ready. [Verse 2] Weight in my steps; calm in my hands, carry the pieces I understand. No borrowed fear, no borrowed speed— match my stride to what I need. Keep what lasts and lose the gloss, clear the clutter, count the cost. If it won’t hold, it doesn’t stay— travel light, I make my way. Listen once and make it mine— let the stray lines fall behind. [Chorus] At the threshold I choose pace, not the pull of someone else’s race. Eyes ahead, my center steady— when I move, I move all ready. [Bridge] Quiet is leverage; timing’s proof. Open a little and mean the move. One sure step I can control— small and honest makes me whole. [Chorus] At the threshold I choose pace, not the pull of someone else’s race. Eyes ahead, my center steady— when I move, I move all ready. [Chorus] At the threshold I choose pace, not the pull of someone else’s race. Eyes ahead, my center steady— when I move, I move all ready.
