A pat on the back feels like a push off a cliff,
So I stand here silently and just a bit stiff,
Not a breath not a word not a blink of an eye,
Not a thing I can do for I fear I will die,
I refuse to scratch while my whole body itches,
Wouldn't move for the world and all of it's riches,
No matter what I know I can't sneeze,
I stand here so still like a lake with no breeze,
My watch cannot tick so time must just stop,
As I stand on this world I feel it spin like a top,
I won't budge not an inch my final endeavor,
I will stand here motionless forever and ever.
Wednesday, December 1, 2010
Motionless
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