You move like silence in a world too loud, Never chasing lights, never needing a crowd. There's a kind of strength in not needing to shout A quiet sort of presence the world can’t figure out. You don’t rush forward just to prove you can, You think, you watch, you understand. Like the sea, steady, deep, and wide. You hold more beneath than you ever let outside. There’s something in the way you just exist. No need for show, no checklist. A current that drifts, not because it's lost, But because it knows its path, no matter the cost. You remind me of those things we forget to see Still water, heavy sky, the quiet part of being free. Like a shark that moves, not to impress, But because movement itself is enough. Nothing more, nothing less. And I think that’s pretty cool.