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