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MOMENTUM
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To stop moving is to blink out of existence
So we move
To stop going forwards is to go backwards
As time marches on
To stop readjusting moment by moment
Is to be tossed about by fickle fate
To stop giving and receiving is to lose relevance
So we move, make progress, stay mindful
Steer and slosh back and forth in the ocean of time
Because time and tide wait for no one
And we have places to go and things to do
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