Trees flying past
Road under the tires
Nothing is still
I'm just moving
Moving
Moving endlessly
Perhaps in this way movement is better
Better than staying put
Because if you're moving,
Who can leave you?
If you don't get close to anybody then you don't have to lose anybody.
You can just keep moving
Moving
Moving endlessly until you're all alone
'The bliss of solitude'
To coin a phrase
When you're moving you don't have to worry about being stuck
The comfort of the trees as they rush past
A constant reminder that we are indeed moving
Not standing still
Because sometimes anything is better than standing still
And sometimes the only thing to do is move
Move
Move endlessly until you're as far away as you can get.
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Life of a Lonely, Wandering Soul
PoetryThis is a series of poems I, Brianna French, have written. The are completely original, and I would appreciate it if you didn't steal them. Thank you SO much for reading! I am 13 years old as of now, but I will be 14 in the July of 2013. Please feel...
