It's crazy, but quite accurate, to think
I'm going to be leaving once again
Tomorrow - and again, in just a blink,
On Tuesday - always leaving, often when
The place has just become a comfort, too.
But always I am moving on, and on,
And keeping going in the way you do
By pure inertia. If another dawn
Sees me observe it from another place
What can I do? Momentum will not stop,
But will ensure the sunlight on my face
Strikes at a different angle as I flop
In a new bed each morning, and I take
A look at where I've chosen to awake.
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