keep moving, keep moving on, came the words from forgotten past,
still we made settlement, made home with bricks and with flesh and blood.
made a nest in that corner of the world and desperately made a room in a heart.
came up with ideas, with styles, with decor and with outfits that made identity
knowing somewhere deep down all are so fragile, crumbling with time and space.
let us be homeless now, without a statement, without a nest, without towering ideas.
let us not grow roots, drop an anchor or find a resting place in this expanding universe.
keep moving keep moving on came the words from an untouched dark corner of my inside.
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