Nothing left to rearrange
All the noise has lost its weight
Every question I once held
Doesn’t need a place to stay
I don’t trace the way I came
I don’t ask what changed my mind
What is real keeps moving on
Without needing any sign
I don’t rush the closing door
I don’t stop to count the score
Every step I didn’t plan
Still arrives right where I am
I’m still moving
Even when the room is still
Not chasing
Just responding to the feel
I’m still moving
Without pushing through the dark
Not running
Just aligning where we are
Lights go dim across the street
Shadows learn to coexist
Every ending sheds its form
Into something less distinct
I don’t carry what was said
I don’t borrow what was lost
What continues underneath
Never asks about the cost
If I pause, the ground remains
If I breathe, the sound sustains
Not a promise, not a goal
Just a rhythm in control
I’m still moving
Not away and not ahead
Just aware
Of the space I’m standing in
I’m still moving
Even when the frame dissolves
What keeps time
Doesn’t need to be resolved
