Everything is running but me.
Fan is spinning.
Clocks are ticking.
Wind is blowing.
Yet...
I can’t lift a finger,
Lift my eyes,
Lift my soul.
The world is running a marathon,
I have to watch.
Time hurries by and leaves a smirk.
Wind sweeps through and watches me shutter.
The fan just keeps spinning,
never loosing motivation.
I will stay the same until the marathon ends.
When I do.