Human Being

Let me tell the tale
Of the boy who never stopped
Who climbed up every mountain
Without a pause upon the top
He would walk until each stone
Was imprinted with his foot mark
And the sun knew him by name
And the silver moon did too
For a fear had settled in his bones
A fear of sitting still
That if you are not moving forward
It must mean you never will
So in time his walk got slower
And he looked at all he had seen
But found gaps inside the places
That he had never fully been
For he was a human doing
Human moving, human seeing
But he had never taken time
To simply be a human being!

- Nirmohi