They live upon shifting sands,
sullen people who mark their days
with soft marches through each moment.
Such work seems to get them nowhere.
Sullen people who mark their days
reflect but never give in to rest.
Such work seems to get them nowhere,
and still without fail they pause to consider.
Reflect, but never give in to rest,
lest there exist time to rejuvenate.
And still, without fail they pause to consider
what it must be to give one’s self to stillness.
Lest there exist time to rejuvenate
they move to the same tired beat.
What it must be, to give one’s self to stillness
and walk with a steady pace just because.
They move to the same tired beat,
with soft marches through each moment,
and walk with a steady pace. Just because
they live upon shifting sands.
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Very good poem. It had a very lyrical quality to it. Cheers.
excellent.
-morehouse (okp)
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