Everyone is moving on.

Just a mash of seriousness and humor.

Everyone around me is moving on,

making me feel like a moron.

Just standing still facing this burden alone,

nothing to give up, nothing to own.

Everyone's got their plans for the future,

i'm just one poetic amatuer. 

Hopefully my life will get back on track,

so I won't have to live in a cruddy old  shack.

The End

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