It moves--
And it sways.
Like a leaf on an Autumn day,
It's crisp and clean--
Yet it can still be hard to breathe.
It's coming now--
Without a sound--
Forever moving,
With everyone watching.
Don't stand on the platform,
Don't stand on the dock--
The ship is about to leave...
And this is your last call.
Your life will only move forward if you do as well.
And, if you don't, you certainly won't have a tale to tell.
The sound of time is quiet--
Stealthy as they come.
So don't let the ship leave without you--
Or perhaps, you'll come undone.





















