I always start from where I ended,
my end started from where I started.
Do I go anywhere?
I head towards where I'm heading.
If I'm not heading am I going?
or am I simply moving forward?
I don't need to move to be moving,
I travel lots in my minds many views.
What is motion?
It depends on what view comes through.
There is no need to move.
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Maplespal (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: just a thought of one of the things I think about and understand.
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A deeper thought than it would appear. I always go backwards when I'm backing up, things fall down not up. Not only a fun read but a pensive one
I walk along the walking path in my heart, yawning leisurely.
``Tenderness to You\\\'\\\' After reading this, I want you to post these words in the comments of other poems and spread them around like chain mail.
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