Time to get moving,
Time to get going.
Words we live by,
Nomadic hunting.
Once for sustenance,
Now one of our tenets.
We keep moving forwards,
Or get pushed downwards.
Time to stop,
We say when we drop.
Tired of living,
But not done with breathing.
Our body and mind,
Fighting all life,
Our body finally,
Left behind.
As it's time to stop,
For it, for now.
It's time to go,
Our minds, our homes.
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Often confusing
PuisiSecond part to a muses musings because wattpad has a story limit. . . I mean an enthralling book of stories
