You complain of drifting through
Infinity
Watching idle of passersby
Watching as it all change
While you remain
Drifting through infinity
Constantly in motion
But never moving
Lights, blinking, winking at you
Passersby reaching
While you, idle, remain
Reaching grasping for yourself
As the lights blink
As everything change
You remain the same.
YOU ARE READING
Labyrinth
PoetryPoems I made during quarantine. A poem compilation about eating, sleeping and other things. I don't know what I have created. Read at your own risk.
