JUST MOVING ON??...

The world still so beautiful,

the feelings still so fresh.

Dreaming on and on,

Is that whats called moving on?

The sudden boldness and power

with each heartbeat and hour,

and all the fears gone...

Can that be called moving on?

So tough, yet i try,

to stand firm and tall on my feet.

But its hard not to cry,

when its raining in this heat.

To walk around the alleys

of one dark door,

knowing not what lies beyond...

Disregarding open doors along the way,'

I'm moving on',I still say.

We learn as we grow.

We learn as we move.

I learnt, the word 'impossible'...

attached with forgetting a something-so-special.

People come to go in a while,

Even storms don't last a dime,

Nothing lasts forever, they say

And i begin to accept it that way.

But seasons come again,

and months and days repeat,

a new cycle always begins

and i may still be moving on-in circles!