Time stands silently still,
As I lay beneath the sultry sun.
It's as if my mind is the shutter of a camera,
Clicking away pictures in four dimension.
The time intact within my mind,
And my senses alive with hunger.
I see women beneath me,
Gossiping away the neighborhood's private affairs,
The men are forever tangled in the construction sites,
Clashing machines on pavements,
Metamorphosing ideas of paper into reality.
I can hear the river running steadily by,
Reminding me of that lonesome night,
When something so precious,
Withered away in its powerful embrace,
Forever lost to ever be doted again.
I can feel the dust settling in on my clothes
As the air of the city surrounds me,
With resounding cries of the busy vehicles,
Set against the majestically stark callous mountains,
Embracing me as if for the last time.
Closing my eyes,
The picture is slowly starting to complete.
It's like the dialog box appearing in the computer,
Showing you the time left for the process to complete,
and when it is, you are relieved of anticipation,
left with the file forever stored in your memory.