The eyes so tire
keeps the beast in the lair
waiting for an occasion to stir up fire
to rekindle an old flame - life's satire
Still waters are clear
But got the most to fear
Even the smallest dust would make it murky
The one who can understand this is lucky
Life is not just about winning
It's all about running
Flowing helps not being stagnant
Also help not ending up being poignant
It's good to take an oath
"Not moving on is all I would loathe"
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