Art | poems [Book 1]

6. World keeps turning

I stand still yet the world keeps turning. It goes and goes and doesn't stop anytime soon.

Everything around me keeps going.
And time will never stop.

I keep silent as I watch everything around me.
They tell stories and make memories.

But once their time comes nothing is left.

No single trace of dust nor thin layer of air.

Nothing.

Even if we stand still the world keeps turning.