Stability

The copycats hurry for a second of fame,
But lose all their focus when they finish the game.
I balance the pressure, I anchor the sound,
Vibrating so heavy and so deep in the ground.
The sub-base is steady, it guards my control,
Protecting the sanctuary inside of my soul.
No regular motion can capture this pace; I'm building a boundary that cannot be erased.
If they ever wonder how balance survived,
Tell them that independent heavy will thrive.
Deep roots, strong stone.
No shake, high ground.
Safe shield, clear mind.