I see the world moving in fast motion
But the sad part?
I'm standing still
It is not intentional, far from it
I want to move along with it
I yearn for a little movement
I am desperate for some kind of locomotion
But here I am, in a fixed position
Tied down to an unmoving reality
The world is moving around me, ahead of me
And I cannot seem to follow
If there was any movement of sort,
This weight would not be as burdensome
It would not feel as heavy as it feels right now
I know there is a way out
But it is yet to be revealed to me
For how long do I wait?
Ashley
