long night

the world is still.
slow paced and calm
only the chest rises and falls.

thoughts are of absurd realities
brilliantly bright
or delusionary dull
continously moving faster and faster:
juxtaposed: the seemingly lifeless being.

few are those not with the still.
all they ever want is to be a part of it, for it comes so naturally.
but never can they let their minds go!
bodies maintain rigor
the stressed and the depressed
linger on through the doldrums of the night
jealous of those who are free.

how i wish my world was still,
and slow paced and calm.
i wish my chest was the only thing that would rise and fall.