Keep moving on

 I am no longer a child
A man I must become
I keep going
Keep moving on
From place to place
Mistake to mistake
Ashes to ashes
Dust to dust
Keep moving on
Never rust
I climb the mountain
I brave the storm
Keep moving on
Keep growing strong
I learn the chords
Play the strings of my heart
Despite all my hubris
Despite all my weakness
Despite all that is me
I keep moving on
Keep breaking free
Keep destroying
All the chains
That bind me
I am not a kid anymore
I've grown old
I've grown weak
Grown strong
Despite all of it
I am still but a child
Your little boy has grown
Oh, mother
His smile has turned to frown
I wrestled myself
Into submission
Must keep moving on
Must move past the hurt
Must keep going ahead
Must never stop
Or end
Breathless, I must move
Endless, I must be
Shameless, I can't become
Shame's instilled within me
I cross the city of regrets
Walk past the river of smoke
Avoid the merciless
Long lost plains of hope
Beyond the horizon of indiscretions
Beyond all that lies within the valley of despair
A little hole dug inside
The side of a bustling beach
A little hole where a little child
Can be found within
I offer him a hand
I try and patch his soul
I whisper to the little boy
"We must keep moving on"
We breathe together slowly
We are truly alive
Despite our hubris, we live
Despite our fruitless endeavors, we thrive
Without our hopes and desires, we breathe
Under the guise of our smiles, we survive
And if each and everyone keeps moving on
And if each and everyone is hurt like us
Then by what right do we live
By what miracle do we forgive
And if they survived, so would we
But how do I decide to be free
All that's happened, happened despite me
Broken people came before me
Broken people will follow the steps
So tell me if I'm not mistaken
Are they all full of their regrets
Or is it just me
Ashamed of what I am
Complacent I've become
Afraid that I'm a sham
Covered with regrets
Bestowed with sorrow and remorse
For every action I take
I keep moving on
Oh, I keep moving on
I'll see you on the other side, my friend
I'll see when I come out again
We move forwards, we move ahead
We move to keep moving
And in the darkest of hours
In the brightest of dawns
My fears and hatred towers
But I keep moving on
Should you join me in my journey
Come take a walk with me
I'll lead the way with shame
But I'll lead silently
Receive a destination
Achieve what we set out to do
But to keep moving on
Is all I know

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