I still see it. Every move. I just don’t play it anymore. Same room, same patterns show Same reactions I already know Same lines I could easily pull Same outcome if I take control It’s right there, within my reach One small shift and I break the speech I could run it like I used to do… But something in me says don’t move Used to feel like power in my hands Now it feels like quicksand I see the board, every move, every play Used to shift it just to get my way Now I stand still… let it breathe If it’s real....it comes to me I don’t push it, I don’t force truth I don’t need to prove what I already knew Let it fall where it naturally fits… I see it all… but I let it sit Silence louder than words I’d use Restraint harder than lighting fuses Every instinct says “just go” Every lesson says “let it show” I ain’t weaker, I ain’t blind I just changed how I use my mind What once felt like control to me… Now feels like breaking what could be I thought power meant making it move… Now I see it’s knowing when not to I see the board, I see it clear Every move before it appears But I don’t touch it, I let it flow If it’s mine...I’ll already know I don’t chase what reveals itself I don’t play it to prove I’m felt And in that space… I finally fit I see it all… And I let it sit Still sharp… Just different.
