MOVE
To be lonely even with someone
To feel lost even when you haven’t lost
your way
We grasp at straws,
The gathered bundle of which
Comprise the small details of a life.
To be told to keep moving
To take those little steps everyday
One foot, and then the other,
Trudging purposefully, or aimlessly,
It no longer matters.
So just go through the motions
Head down, under the radar.
Striving to endure and persist,
Believing this too shall pass,
Praying Karma comes sooner than later.
GTPL 1/6/2020
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