Everyone tells me they move on. The world moves on. Sometimes it moves on quick, very quick. For life is beautiful.
I reflect, if I move on - how am I to know who you are? Isn't that why you're moving on? Isn't that why we all are? Uncanny.
And if you move on - and move on fast - as you insist; how are you to know what is coming your way. What came your way? For, you just move on.
Then you come back. And, you keep coming back. You never realize. You never admit. That's alright - I tell myself. Let me listen once more what you got to say. And all you say is - you move on.
So move on. For, if I move on - you wont find me standing where you reach every time you move on.
I reflect, if I move on - how am I to know who you are? Isn't that why you're moving on? Isn't that why we all are? Uncanny.
And if you move on - and move on fast - as you insist; how are you to know what is coming your way. What came your way? For, you just move on.
Then you come back. And, you keep coming back. You never realize. You never admit. That's alright - I tell myself. Let me listen once more what you got to say. And all you say is - you move on.
So move on. For, if I move on - you wont find me standing where you reach every time you move on.
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