I suppose that it is silly to think
that I trapped in one place,
that all forward motion has ceased.
But that is how I feel.
The world seems to rush on around me:
People moving forward, lives moving forward -
a blur of motion that goes on the periphery
while I simply stand.
I keep telling myself that things will change,
that the motion is invisible now,
but that invisible
is not the same as not moving
Or am I fooling myself,
thinking that the point of life is moving forward,
when speeding through life means simply
speeding by life?