A strange feeling consumes
At the moment I can’t get it
Don’t seem to maintain a grip
All so confusing right now
I feel unsure of myself
I’m only 1 set at 5 in
I have 4 more to go
I’m unsure I can
Don’t get me wrong, I will
I don’t care how long it takes
I will see this through
Had to return back in control
I can’t control if my body shuts off
I can only walk the line
Feel a lot insane continuing forward
That’s exactly why I want to
I want to see what lies ahead
If I ever really do cross that line
Only one way to find out, keep moving forward
There’s a kind of madness required to keep going when everything in you wants to stop. Not the kind that’s reckless, but the kind that’s curious. You start to wonder what exists just beyond your limit. Not the one you set, but the real one—the one you won’t find unless you push past everything that says “no.” The uncertainty, the confusion, the trembling—those are just guardians at the gate. Most people turn around when they see them. But not me. Not now.
I don’t need perfect form today. I don’t need clarity. I just need the next rep. The next breath. The next step forward. Even when I’m unsure, I can still move. That’s what I’ve learned. It’s not confidence that gets me there—it’s refusal to quit. It’s not about knowing I can. It’s about being too stubborn to stop. I feel crazy, but that’s part of it. That’s the tax for finding out what I’m really made of.
So I keep walking the line. If my body gives out, so be it. But my will won’t. Not today. Not when I’m this close to crossing into something deeper. That line I keep chasing—it’s not just distance or progress. It’s self-realization. I want to meet the version of me who didn’t turn back. And the only way to do that… is to keep moving forward.
