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.