still, not.

the sea is blue, the greens are green. stay still? not, says the world that surrounds. they urge, be fast, be proud and very efficient. for?

looming questions, i find myself asking- or would it be, whither go you?

whether it is.. withering in the wide path or blooming in the narrow streets, if i am lucky to see the difference.

there's no hard & fast I thought so. Slow I am to your response, demand. Understands me not. And left is, mighty arm upholding the withering in the hopeless heights. the, always. can you see, he asks. still, not. i am, am i not, or else. A flower? No, my dear. The flower.