I am right here, unmoving
Inside, although you can't tell
   I am running
    My heart is so naïve sometimes
     it seems to hold no fear

My head is in reality
I am motionless almost
  like a single teardrop
   clinging, never sure when it is going to fall
    inevitably gravity and life determine this

It is only my heart
and not my mind
  that I allow to run free
   needing the independence
     from this troublesome world

Living as it wants
in small pockets of time
  experiencing all
   'innocent and fresh'

Pockets of time are short
and my heart returns
  no wiser really ..

    but quenched ..

       for now .