Move Poem by meitha soekotjo

My legs moved
They didn’t want to stop
As my heart
She was so eager to beat, so hard

I didn’t know
What to feel
What to think
Or to do

Just moved
Moved
And followed my heart
Directed by my legs

They brought me
Met people
With looks and sense
Which all became good pictures to my heart

She looked and sensed
Adjust the feeling
Adjust the winner
Adjust the time

I had no choice
Not at all
Just followed
And followed

Moved
And moved
Brought me to some places
Left them some memories

Guess, I have no time to stop
Not even now
When I’m home
When I’m arrived

Will I stop someday..?
Will I let myself stop..?
Or will my heart want to stop and stay..?
And stop my legs from moving..?

I can’t make a promise
Even to myself
Even everything is possible
Even I know I can push myself – I won’t

Wishing of some good hope
Is what I can say now
Not about moving or stop
Just good hope of what will be

Move
Or stop
Only because of my heart and legs
Telling so