Something moving, something shifting,
But I’m not in a place to grasp.
I am still here in this life.
I am secured by this rusty clasp.
Somethings require a measured move.
Loved ones need protecting.
I am tired, forever tired.
This is not what I was expecting.
Still something is moving, something is shifting.
The earth below me rumbles.
I do not know what the outcome will be.
This is a life that humbles.
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