there are times
when we do not like to stand
not because we cannot
since our bones are still strong
and our journeys have just started
the miles keep on calling
and the paths are too taunting
there are times when we do not
appreciate speed
being fast can be too normal
like people
all people rushing to places
and when they arrive
there they decide at once to leave
and return
from where they are
only to regret that they have
arrived there again
we envy the turtle who does nothing
but walk slowly and sleep
and begin again
at its own pacing
and so silent
as a fact naked on the
road to
suspicions
we stop for a while
yes that is the reason why we refuse to stand
though we can
why we shy away
suspend our footsteps
and ponder
for once
why we keep on doing things
and yet we do not really why
we are doing them
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