Yeah…
Still clocked in.

Meter still running, I don’t check it though,
I learned pace beats panic when the pressure grows.
Every line measured, every breath aligned,
I don’t spill it all, I let the sentence slide.

I been present more than I been loud,
Let the rhythm talk when I’m not around.
If it sound easy, it’s practiced restraint,
I made peace with doing less but saying it plain.

I don’t rush thoughts just to fill the space,
I leave gaps so the feel can resonate.
Some bars land ‘cause I let ‘em fall,
Not everything sharp needs to cut at all.

Meter still running,
Even when it’s quiet now.
Meter still running,
I don’t need the sirens out.
If it’s slow, that don’t mean it stalled—
Meter still running through it all.

I used to sprint every sentence I wrote,
Now I let the swing give the message a slope.
If I pause, it’s intentional breath,
Not a loss of direction, just depth.

I don’t chase the moment, I meet it halfway,
Let the groove hold the weight while I say less.
If the beat lean back, I lean with it,
That’s control, not coincidence.

Some people speed ‘cause they scared of space,
I slow it down, let the meaning stay.
If you nod once and rewind the bar,
That’s the win—I don’t need applause.

Meter still running,
Even when it’s quiet now.
Meter still running,
I don’t need the sirens out.
If it’s slow, that don’t mean it stalled—
Meter still running through it all.

(Time don’t stop)
(It just changes speed)

Meter still running,
I can feel it under me.
Meter still running,
That’s the kind of trust I keep.
If it’s calm, that don’t mean it’s gone—
Meter still running…
I’m still on.

That’s movement.