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 Moving is inevitable for us ,

Hence nothing grows
beneath our feet
I mean , the grass .

Pack your bags , helter skelter
Some organised souls
Have an army of helpers
Fold and pack , avoid jitters

We imitate and try hard
Paint , label and stow ,
Lumps swallowed hard
All chaos , no order to show

I still forget where is which
The labels stay , contents dont
All ends up , hotch potch
Meagre trunks , pots , clutch

Trucks arrive and leave , hurry

All heave and scurry

Possessions depart in a flurry
Petrol fumes , tears , goodbyes , vision blurry

We must depart , sooner
Make haste , don’t linger
Uproot and tear
I’ll move if he does , oh dear

There germinates a thought
forget -me -nots
Vagabonds, are we not ?
Very existence fraught

Lack of permanence .
In essence
Evanescence