On the move



Don't stop me while I'm running,
do not try to pin me down,
don't slow my pace, don't fence me down,
for all my life is movement,
and all air I breathe is freedom;
I can't wait to live
since life is all we have until we die,
I have no patience with formalities,
and slowness is unbearable,
existing only to be speeded up.
I must keep flying, or I'll fall,
I must keep living, or I'll die,
and death is not acceptable,
since 80 out of 100 die for nothing
and from totally unnatural vain reasons.
Life is all there is, and we all need it,
since that's all we have
forever.




Poetry by Christian Lanciai The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2007-03-13 at 20:28

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angelwings
love the intensity of thine expressed in depths of truths./angelwings
2007-03-14


night soul woman The PoetBay support member heart!
*applause* a wonderful poem Christian. . . It speaks straight to my heart :) *bookmarked*
2007-03-13