Stand In Time

The world keeps on moving, as mine has stood still in silence.

Bustling to get around me as if I were a boulder atop the falls.

It seems unsettling that I can’t just freeze it all like a timekeeper’s watch so the winding would be mine alone.

Moving along with the crowd that keeps pushing.

Interned alone lost.

Some reason I’m here still.

Waiting to be gone.

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