moving on ..

"And even when your hope is gone
Move along, move along just to make it through"

we've just gotta move along i guess, or we stagnate and breed mosquitoes and shit.
even when all your hope is gone ? you've still gotta move along.
there aint no such thing as sitting around and watching the world go by.

all of life is a constant fluid movement
always changing, direction or speed.
sometimes it slows down, coming nearly to a stop,
only to whip us away again into the never ending abyss of colours.
no, there's no stopping this movement.
like the smell of flowers, diffuse and pervades our senses,
bringing back memories of old,
it keeps moving, keeps drifting ..
until there is nothing left at all,
the scent fades with the sunset,
though the memories linger on in haunting whisper.