A dance with stagnation

In the stillness of stagnation's grip,
Progress wanes, and vessels slowly slip.
Effort falters, a feeble propeller,
Potential dormant, restless dweller.

Stuck in the loop of unyielding rest,
Refusing to move, a stubborn jest.
Stagnancy's shadow, a heavy cloak,
Ensnaring souls, a silent

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But stagnant applies to the lifeless, mere,
While living beings persevere.
Aging ticks on, relentless sage,
Yet life pulsates, defying age.

Days roll by, years in tow,
Earth spins, and seasons bestow.
Stagnancy whispers, a word of dread,
But life's dance continues, onward tread.

For failure to progress, a different plight,
Defines a backward, unconscious flight.
Yet in life's journey, no static state,
Only growth or a backward gait.

Time ticks on, regardless of station,
No stagnancy in life's narration.
For even in age, there's a forward motion,
A journey of progress, a heartfelt devotion.

So let stagnancy be a tale of the still,
A trait of rocks, a motionless thrill.
But in the realm of life's vibrant song,
Progress or regression, we all belong.