It moves in the timing of steps that I take when the pressure is rising but nothing is showing It sits in the edge of the choices I make when the path that I’m on starts to split without knowing It pulls in a way that— …don’t fully show …de—sires …don’t let go I keep it contained when it shows I been feeling it shift in the middle of motion, a change in the current that don’t interrupt but it lives in the rhythm I move in and subtly alters the way that I measure the trust It’s not something loud or demanding attention, it’s more like a presence that leans when I step, like it’s waiting for moments where focus is broken to see if I follow the thought that it left There’s a pull in the way that it forms when it builds, not enough just to take over control, but enough just to sit in the edge of decision and press on the part of me trying to hold I don’t move off it… …I stay aligned But I feel it there… …every time It don’t fade… It don’t break… It just waits… when I hesitate I seen what it does when it’s left uncontained, how it shifts what was steady and bends what was set, how it rewrites the path in a moment of weakness and leaves you adjusting to something you let There’s a difference in knowing it lives in your system and letting it lead how you move in the frame, I don’t kill it or cut it out of the pattern… …I feel it …but I don’t let it change Every step got a line that I don’t let it cross, even when it aligns with the way that I think, I don’t give it the space to become what I follow… …I carry it close …but I keep it in sync It don’t fade… It don’t break… It just waits… when I hesitate It moves in the timing of steps that I take when the pressure is rising but nothing is showing It sits in the edge of the choices I make when the path that I’m on starts to split without knowing It pulls in a way that— …don’t fully show …de—sires …don’t let go I keep it contained when it shows Not gone… Not still… Just something that lives in the space of will It moves in the timing of steps that I take when the pressure is rising but nothing is showing It sits in the edge of the choices I make when the path that I’m on starts to split without knowing It pulls in a way that— …don’t fully show …de—sires …don’t let go I keep it contained when it shows
