stagnant

sesungguhnya realiti itu tidak indah;

the skies fly by
and the people walk through

snapping endless memories
as if that would do

frame after frame
each morning after the next

i still find myself here

stagnant like the rest.

like rocks that can never break
nor ever grow

or even try to run
as the waters flow

pushing them deeper into 
a place never to be found


there alone it sits.

with no one or nothing else around.