The Truth Is Only Moving

Pausing on

The bank's,

I myself why

I didn't flow

With the flow

Which had motion,

Intrepidity, and

The company of time

Which had pleasure,

Fun and

Carelessness

There was no piety,

There was no sin

Sans an armour,

Hiding behind a wall,

Leaning against something

For respite

I ask myself why

I am so worried, while

Watching houses

Flow away in flood,

Seeing someone pecking

Poking at something with beaks

There is nothing like

Sin,

It's only a disparity of

Psyche and work,

Repenting,

The truth is only

Moving and flowing,

And flowing with motion,

Pace..