Moves And Breaths
One sharp intake of cold, fresh air
One clean-cut streak of motion
Painting the world colourful
Behind everything, with a clear notion
Nothing is perfect
Nothing needs to be
Since there will always be an imperfection
It's possible for even me
But alas, not even the imperfection is painless
Time and time again
Hurdles come in
And you'll collapse - I don't know when
Yet don't push for perfection
The air might be suffocating
Hot and stuffy from the throng that has gathered
Your body stiff and movement inhibiting
Without the breath, there is no motion
When you choke, you fall 'motionless'
Yet strive to live to the fullest
There's no point in living lifeless
Live on that breath
Thrive with that motion
Even if you're going to stop - either and both - one day
Give yourself life until you do.
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PoetryPLEASE RESPECT WHAT I WRITE. The ORIGINAL BACKUP for MY writings from @yxuniverz on iG. Dates are in YYYYMMDD format and are according to IST (GMT + 5:30 Hrs) I've been writing poetry for many years and I wasn't the kind to usually show anyone, but...
