like the ground is glued to the bottom of your shoes, or the clouds never move despite having every reason to
And your friends never stop running circles around you, moving like a picture trail, capturing every last one of their accomplishments just to compare it to the empty trophy shelf gathering cobwebs in your living room
Do you ever feel stuck,
like the world is spinning around you, faster and faster and it's all you can do not to sleep the days away, finding some comfort in closed eyes and nightmares
anything but the spins
I would compare this feeling to quicksand, but even then, you're still going somewhere
even if it is down
even if it is to an untimely end
Do you ever feel stuck
like there is no beginning, and there is no end
This poem has neither, in most regards, it doesn't exist