All I can do is keep moving.
Forward, sideways, up or down
It doesn't matter which way or where
Just keeping going is better than
Nowhere.
We sit, three of us creating our own existence
Dreaming ourselves through life
Or into it.
Into life, into love, into simple movement some days
That's the definition of our best.
Maybe I'll slow down
Maybe I'll stop this, and do something totally different
Maybe I'll publish these words, look for something more than just an outlet
Street-wide and sky-wise,
I pray at my own doorstep
Pray for forgiveness, inspiration, happiness and safety.
The same things we all ask for before bed
Before death, before God and these witnesses.
I'm sorry, I'm so so sorry it turned out like this.
I never planned this, although no-one ever does.
But they all nod, knowingly.
As much as we'd like to think otherwise,
Maybe this is just another rite of passage.
Just another step that we all go through at some point or another.
"One of them gets restless and decides to leave"
You find your jacket's too tight
Your shoes too small
You somehow something just isn't quite ringing true anymore.
And you take a deep breath
You are given the choice to stay here in this place, and work it out
Or keep moving.
1 comment:
it's hard as a friend to know what to do, too because no one wins, right away, sometimes not ever, and no one knows if something is truly over until it happens.
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