Keep moving...

This poem is about people that feels the need to keep moving to next. It is about the sense of urgency to find the missing piece called belonging.
It is about about maybe never finding home.
It also reflects the fact that running will not take a person away from oneself.

So afraid of noise

So afraid of words

So afraid of meaning

So afraid of life....


Move, move, move

No anchor, no shore

No home, no roots

No familiar, not mine...


Next year, next town

Next hope, next month

Next school, next house

Next promise, next life...


Nothing is mine

Nothing is yours

Nothing makes sense

Nothing is ever does...


Hours turn into days

Days turn into years

Years turn into memories

Memories go with you...

And you have got to keep moving...

The End

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