Tidal waves gushed away my broken dreams
and new thoughts began cooking inside my mind.
A step forward and 2 steps back,
thats how i thought life is.
A new perspective of a better tomorrow,
am i too broken to dream?
“Keep moving!”, a faded voice
inside my mind kept pushing and pushing,
towards the light at the end of the tunnel.
Havent i pushed enough?
havent i put my all?
Havent i exhausted my wishes,
“Keep moving!”it uttered again,
and once more.
Now, two steps forward and a step back,
a new perspective of a rainbow after a storm.
But isn’t if i am at the far bottom i have every
reason to get up, to keep Moving?
Dust on my shoes, a long journey ahead
and as birds sing along the road,
and the trees providing shelter and rest when
thoughts of returning start to creep in,
that voice again utters,”Keep moving”.
I guess its not over yet for me