• morrie 21w

    The way that you move
    Makes me wonder
    What is a person,
    in front a place?
    What is a place,
    in front of an ocean?
    There exist a bigger cliff
    just a mile away
    There exist yet another bigger one
    just some miles away
    Why bother about stopping at a place
    When you can always move ahead
    The figure of a man is relatively so thin
    in comparison to the thick plateau of life
    If there is always something better
    Why bother staying still then?
    Why bother loving a place at all?
    Why bother belonging to anyone at all?
    It becomes so easy this way
    It becomes so complicated leaving other way