Ashes seem to fly away.
And the more I pray,
The less I have to say.
Exhausting as it is,
The world keeps doing its job.
Rotation is key.
The real key
Is the one the eye refuses to see.
A world keeps moving,
But why do we stop?
There was no sign.
No red.
No roadblock.
The world keeps going,
But why do we let ourselves go?
Why do we cease to be,
When the world
Beckons
Us to go on?
Our dreams and nightmares
Come alive,
But we do not stay so
Lively.
Hot as coals.
We must not stop.
For,
The ground is moving,
But why
Are
We
Not?
Peace the people want,
But the pieces never seemed to
Fit.
Like a puzzle with no solutions,
We stop and ponder not.
Ponder and ponder,
And ponder again.
We are not pawns,
But kings and queens.
Knights and nobles.
To let the world hear us
Is to keep striding.
Our voice is a footstep,
But our feet keep stopping.
Travel light.
But carry wisdom beyond
Weight.