Life Goes On
Life as Perpetuum Mobile,
It goes without slowing down.
It's a pity there's no allowance for it,
And we're just living, going through it.
My actions can tell
About who I really am,
But you can't find out everything about me,
I'll surprise you, that's the beauty of it.
There is no point in shouting, life is deaf to us,
It just goes to the intended goal.
And I see no sin in her insensibility,
After all, we always wanted her movement.
Nothing is easy for us in life,
And we pay for everything good with interest.
All that matters is whether your heart is beating well,
And it is very scary not to hear it fight.
I understand that we are all different
And we are all in a hurry to live faster,
But I am what life has made me,
No better or worse than other people.
And life is not a field to live.,
And we must accept this in silence.
We need to try all the ways in life,
Until the fatal blight came.
Copyright © Tamara Gabriel | Year Posted 2020
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