Life, Moving On

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Life, Moving On

You can steer all you want, But you can’t control, 
What jumps out in front of you, The tricky part, is to see it coming
Not always easy to do, Especially while speeding,
In the blinding darkness, Of the never ending night
When you panic, you need to fight the erg to just swerve
Sometimes its best to slow down 
And keep what you care about, out of the ditch
When your life crumbles apart,
You learn a lot about yourself, as you rebuild
I know that it helps me, to see, life, moving on
But, why does it hurt me, I like to see, life, moving on
Someday, I will, find the strength too
The never ending night, Can take everything you care about,
In an instant, Accidents happen, So be careful how you steer
The road ahead of you is always changing
And accidents will happen
Why am I waiting for company, that’s not coming
I guess, for the same reason, I wait for a phone call, 
That will never come, When, can I, live again
I don’t want to forget, but I’m so tired of remembering
I just want to move on with my memories
Not, just lay back and try to forget them
Easy to say, not so easy to do, I will never, forget you
I thought I loved you, but you filled me so full of lies
I’m starting to forget the truth, What happens when the truth, 
Is a lie, We spend most of our lives, in an area of grey, 
In between the truth, and our own lies
When your life crumbles apart,
You learn a lot about yourself, as you rebuild
I know that it helps me, to see, life, moving on
But, why does it hurt me, I like to see, life, moving on
Someday, I will, find the strength too
You can steer all you want, But you can’t control, 
What jumps out in front of you, The tricky part, is to see it coming
Not always easy to do, Especially while speeding,
In the blinding darkness, Of the never ending night
When you panic, you need to fight the erg to just swerve
Sometimes its best to slow down 
And keep what you care about, out of the ditch
When your life crumbles apart,
You learn a lot about yourself, as you rebuild
I know that it helps me, to see, life, moving on
But, why does it hurt me, I like to see, life, moving on
Someday, I will, find the strength too
The never ending night, Can take everything you care about,
In an instant, Accidents happen, So be careful how you steer
The road ahead of you is always changing
And accidents will happen
Why am I waiting for company, that’s not coming
I guess, for the same reason, I wait for a phone call, 
That will never come, When, can I, live again
I don’t want to forget, but I’m so tired of remembering
I just want to move on with my memories
Not, just lay back and try to forget them
Easy to say, not so easy to do, I will never, forget you
I thought I loved you, but you filled me so full of lies
I’m starting to forget the truth, What happens when the truth, 
Is a lie, We spend most of our lives, in an area of grey, 
In between the truth, and our own lies
When your life crumbles apart,
You learn a lot about yourself, as you rebuild
I know that it helps me, to see, life, moving on
But, why does it hurt me, I like to see, life, moving on
Someday, I will, find the strength too

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Tempestlady commented on Life, Moving On

02-19-2011

Sometimes that reality pill is just too large to swallow so we have to take it in small bits at a time. Sound like a tragedy of errors, and overwhleming pain and loss because of it. Urge, and some other spelling errors. If i were you I would try to get my syllables about the same in each line and work on spelling and a bit of rhyme maybe and repost this. It has alot of potential. Write on........................Tlady

FreeBird02 commented on Life, Moving On

01-26-2011

I too agree with train64, just when one feels they can take no more, but choose to hang on to "reality" a positive change does occur; trust me, been there, done that. Keep writing, you clearly have something to say that can help other readers.

train64 commented on Life, Moving On

01-25-2011

That must have been real tough to write. Life does not always treat you fairly but life will balance out... keep writing..T64

Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.

Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.

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