Time is moving so quickly,
Yet I am so still
Stagnant unlike the breeze flowing through our empty streets,
Yearning for a sign of other life but finding none.
Trapped in a cage of disbelief,
Feeling the ground crumble underneath my feet,
I would be able to breathe if it was more easy
And if the air was a bit less foul.
Far from serendipity,
Far from any epiphany,
I await the blinding morning sun
Unaware that the damage has already been done,
I just want to sleep.
But it's not that easy,
It takes time for things to turn out okay,
And while the minutes and hours blend into days,
I just yearn for something to keep the rain away.