There’s a rhythm in what breaks us, Familiar and dreaded all the same. The knowing stops us cold, Left searching for exit signs. Feel the fear and hope combine, Feeling caught in the lights. Even when trapped, I can choose my stance. Even when trapped, I can choose my stance. Even when trapped, I can choose my stance. Conditioned Conditioned Response Model I shed the skin I unknowingly stepped in. Body first. Clarity later. (shifting) Clarity later. (shifting) Transformation. You're held in the grip of something stronger than choice. A pull that feels like knowing. But no, I don’t mistake intensity for truth anymore. I don't mistake attention for care anymore. Change happens, Yeah, before we even notice. The body answers first. Clarity comes later. Clarity comes later. Clarity comes later. Even when trapped, I can choose my stance. Even when trapped, I can choose my stance. Even when trapped, I can choose my stance. Conditioned Conditioned Response Model I shed the skin I unknowingly stepped in. Body first. Clarity later. (shifting) Clarity later. (shifting) Transformation. Body first. Clarity later. Even when trapped… I choose my stance. I choose where I stand, not you. No, not you.
