Moving On
I need to move on, not because moving is required of me, but because still water becomes stagnant, a rock unturned collects moss… I need to move on, not because moving is forced upon me, but because time doesn’t stand…
I need to move on, not because moving is required of me, but because still water becomes stagnant, a rock unturned collects moss… I need to move on, not because moving is forced upon me, but because time doesn’t stand…