My mama used to tell me
Keep moving, don’t stop!
She says that all the time
But sometimes I wonder
What if I stop to ponder?
Does it mean I’ve shunned her?
What if I’m on a wrong track?
Will I find my way back?
I’d rather be slow on a right track
Than be fast on a wrong one
So I said to her
Mama, I don’t mean to be rude
But I won’t just keep moving
I will stop at some points
And look at my compass
To be sure I’m still on track
Because it is not how far but how well