ON THE MOVE

Written by Chaka PX

Canvassing the circles of my portrait,

Close measures to underrate existence,

It has been long awaited, and

Focus derange its idea.

So long my vessels, empty the loudest,

Its just a feet away but unnoticed,

Its on a moving train, I journey for creation,

Mother of all pride, locking its face in shame.

On the move, pace of a heavy giant

On the move, its never finish.

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