On the move
Don't stop me while I'm running,
do not try to pin me down,
don't slow my pace, don't fence me down,
for all my life is movement,
and all air I breathe is freedom;
I can't wait to live
since life is all we have until we die,
I have no patience with formalities,
and slowness is unbearable,
existing only to be speeded up.
I must keep flying, or I'll fall,
I must keep living, or I'll die,
and death is not acceptable,
since 80 out of 100 die for nothing
and from totally unnatural vain reasons.
Life is all there is, and we all need it,
since that's all we have
forever.
Poetry by Christian Lanciai
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Written on 2007-03-13 at 20:28
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