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