Yet more travel

The body settles down for a long rest
Tomorrow will come at its appointed hour
Nothing can hurry or delay the sun
Sometimes a body cannot choose its place

The world is in constant motion
The body is carried by the world around it
Surrounded by people also carried
Shared motion appears stationary

The eyes see the world moving by
The eyes see people sitting and walking
Tomorrow will be what tomorrow will be
The work of the day is defined by the day

The mind is filled with tasks
Items doubtless neglected by distance
Hands cannot reach beyond an arm
A body cannot be in two places at once

The body is in between two engagements
The heart wishes to be at one
Between is too far to touch either
The day is nothing but regrets


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