be still

running, but what for? running, but to where?

restlessly, from what?

only to find nothing upon arrival

only to realize, everyone is running

mad horses with arses on fire

to no real station, no destination

then it's pointless, running

how about I try being still, here, with my breath

in this room, completely still,

thoughts, yes, but no hurry, no running

stillness can still be chaotic

thunder in a mouses' heart

but all storms subside

I have no where to be, no desire to change the world,

to be something, to do something, this is just fine.

for now.