Mar 17, 2021
The Time Between the Seconds
I can see it all aligning
Every step and every thrust
Every fluid strike, perfection
Movements measured, pure, and just
I make safety out of distance
I make gains from slight mistakes
I make wounds from every single slip
Until my target breaks
Every trade, anticipated
I'm at least three steps ahead
While you rush to lash out blindly
As you paint my spear-tip red
You can struggle if you'd like to
But you can't hold back the tide
I'll dismantle all there is to you
Your hopes, your dreams, your pride
Watch me shimmer like quicksilver
As I dance beneath the sun
In the time between the seconds
Where the skirmishes are won
