Keep moving, it's how you will know, who you are.
Your shell, where you live, is a rim,
A rim to be crossed and left, wishingly, far,
Although it is painful to scream.
Keep moving, don't throw any glance at the past.
You knew, what was there. And you'll know,
What's going to happen on your winding path.
Go further, it's how you will grow.
Keep moving, if someone is not fond of you.
Don't seek for respect of the crowd.
Instead be yourself, pass them by or pass through.
However, it's harder than sounds.
Keep moving, if nobody is on your side,
If nobody offers you help.
And even if god thinks, that better you've died,
Become then a god for yourself.