Moving On - What Next?

I was thinking of moving on.

Moving on from one step to the next.

Moving on to what next?

I see,

my life is full of what next?

I take detours along the way,

still thinking they’re the right way.

I fall,

I get up,

but I’m still moving on.

If I reach a goal,

I often think,

What next?

Today,

I realized I should stop that.

Yesterday,

I was trying to sing a song,

but I wasn’t quite getting the exact vocals.

So I listened to it twenty times

and linked the voice to the sudden bite of car brakes.

Somehow,

my voice finally found the rhythm.

When I go for a walk,

I usually stop

and stare at a building

or a tree.

I take my time.

Why couldn’t I just take my time

in my life?

Take my time.

No moving on.

Inhale the air.

Take a picture.

Maybe even stand there

to watch a leaf fall.

Observe how beautifully

the moss has grown

over a tree trunk.

How resilient it has been.

How it turned into this beautiful colour

that exists

for only one season.

So I am not moving on.

I will not question myself

with worries.

No googling,

What next?

I will instead stand under a tree

for a while

and learn to see

the anatomy of branches.