I’m just carrying on carrying on,

No need to plan as that necessity has gone,

I go through the motions to get up and get out,

Nothing to look forward to other than more doubt.

The days stack like pages, unnumbered and unread,

I meander through the hours with so many words in my head,

I’m stitched to the rhythm of traffic and rain,

Still drowning in the silence that accompanies my pain.

I’m just carrying on, no parade or applause,

Just life moving forward without any purposeful cause,

A hint of meaning to feint to define,

Yet somehow, I follow it convinced that its mine.

The stars don’t explain it the moon never asks,

And still, I press on with my insignificant tasks,

Not brave nor defeated, just caught in the stream,

Half memories, half motions, half hope and half dream.

I’m just carrying on carrying on,

Like footsteps that fade when the traveller has gone,

Its not for the glory, for the fame or even the song,

But it’s living and trying to just carry right on.