I am a wind-up toy

Posted: October 4, 2014 in life, poetry, relationships, self composed
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I am walking
My pace is slowing
I need to be wound
To keep going on
So I don’t stop
So I walk further away
Some distance far and I will turn
I am meaningless if I stop
I will need winding again
And again
Always

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