Moving through life with the sting of the stare

Always seeing, always wondering, what’s behind the whisper

The noisy confusion of the whispered gossip that blares out from behind closed doors

The static that surrounds you as you move in closer to listen, convincing yourself you don’t care

You keep on walking, Keep on moving so that nothing can catch up

Traveling over bridges built just to be burned, explosions of the mind deafening the bruises that glisten on the skin

Leaving destruction in your wake as you move through this life

Not knowing where you are going or when it will end

You keep on moving, avoiding what you cannot understand

The blend of people mingling all around you and yet not one of them sincere

Deceit the tool of their survival as they mold to fit the status quo

Fitting the latest movement of their life, no matter what it means for the mountains that fall on top of you

As you run, shuffle, crawl, forge, and sprint ahead trying to escape what will always be there

Moving through the life that was once dead

The tears that you bled, only create the next river that needs to be crossed

Setting up the scene for the next bridge to be built

The next relationship formed,

Keep on moving, no one will stop for you, no one moving aside, only merging

Once in awhile you’ll catch a waiting hand to help pull you up

But once you’re up you need to continue to move through the tough and the rough