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Back and forth— back and forth— keep it steady. Headlights carve a tunnel through the midnight haze, yellow lines like measures in a looping phrase. City falls behind me in a soft electric glow, like a thought I can’t keep, like a place I can’t go. Engine hums a mantra, low and warm and tight, every mile a promise I can almost get right. I don’t need a witness, I don’t need a name— just the road, just the rhythm, just the flame. I let the clock talk, but I don’t reply, I’ve learned how to move when the minutes bite. If the world wants to pull me apart— I’ll swing through the dark on a single heart. Back and forth, I ride the line, like a pendulum keeping time. Swinging wide, then coming home, always moving, always alone. Back and forth, the night reforms— neon blood and distant storms. If I lose it, I lose it tonight, so I keep the rhythm, I keep the drive. Mirrors show a stranger with my hands and eyes, a silhouette stitched to a thousand tries. Street signs flash decisions I don’t want to choose, so I let them pass like the evening news. There’s a kind of freedom in the measured speed, in the clean repeat of a necessary need. Not running from a thing, not chasing a ghost— just staying in motion when I need it most. I let the clock talk, but I don’t reply, I’ve learned how to move when the minutes bite. If the world wants to pull me apart— I’ll swing through the dark on a single heart. Back and forth, I ride the line, like a pendulum keeping time. Swinging wide, then coming home, always moving, always alone. Back and forth, the night reforms— neon blood and distant storms. If I lose it, I lose it tonight, so I keep the rhythm, I keep the drive. Somewhere, morning’s waiting with a quieter light, but I’m not ready for a room that doesn’t vibrate. I’m learning how to live inside the in-between— not the start, not the ending… just the clean. Back… and forth… Kick the pulse back into place, feel the wheel in your hands. Every swing is a second chance— every return, a stand. Back and forth, I ride the line, like a pendulum keeping time. Swinging wide, then coming home, always moving, never grown. Back and forth, I won’t come down— not tonight, not in this town. If I lose it, I lose it tonight, so I keep the rhythm, I keep the drive. so I keep the rhythm, I keep the drive. Back and forth— back and forth Back and forth— back and forth— keep it steady. Headlights carve a tunnel through the midnight haze, yellow lines like measures in a looping phrase. City falls behind me in a soft electric glow, like a thought I can’t keep, like a place I can’t go. Engine hums a mantra, low and warm and tight, every mile a promise I can almost get right. I don’t need a witness, I don’t need a name— just the road, just the rhythm, just the flame. I let the clock talk, but I don’t reply, I’ve learned how to move when the minutes bite. If the world wants to pull me apart— I’ll swing through the dark on a single heart. Back and forth, I ride the line, like a pendulum keeping time. Swinging wide, then coming home, always moving, never grown. Back and forth, I won’t come down— not tonight, not in this town. If I lose it, I lose it tonight, so I keep the rhythm, I keep the drive.