White lines flash like they talking to me
Not the focus, just the cost of speed
I don’t lock eyes with the doubt that drifts
I let it pass like a missed exit
Heart rate steady, vision narrow
Every thought trimmed down to an arrow
They get stuck on what slips by
I stay locked on what’s still alive
Noise on the edge but it don’t land
Peripheral lies don’t get command
If it’s not straight ahead, it’s gone
I been moving too long to pause on wrong

I don’t chase what I almost saw
I don’t stop for the almost call

Passing lines in my peripheral
I don’t turn, I don’t take ‘em personal
Passing lines in my peripheral
I keep forward, keep measurable
Passing lines— (let ‘em fade)
I stay center, I stay aimed

I’ve seen panic live on the side
I’ve seen envy dressed as advice
If it’s loud but it’s not aligned
I don’t need it in my sightline
Focus learned from the close calls
From the moments that almost stalled
I don’t grip what’s trying to slide
I let it pass, I don’t decide
Tunnel vision with awareness
I know it’s there, I just don’t share it
Everything extra turns invisible
When the mission feels indivisible

Blur—
Blink—
Gone—
Good.

Passing lines in my peripheral (let ‘em fade)
I don’t turn for the residual
Passing lines in my peripheral
I stay forward, stay intentional
Passing lines— (out of frame)
I stay center, I stay aimed

Forward.