Sometimes it feels like I’m standing still.

Like life is speeding past,

So fast it’s already the future.

People walking by saying life was a blast,

Now People are chatting and having plastic surgery.

It always feels like your standing still,

Against the flow of time.

Now I sit here on the window sill,

and I’m listening to the chimes.

Wondering when I’ll catch up,

It may take centuries.

Maybe I’ll just stay behind with all the little faeries.

It will always feel like I’m standing still.

But I’ll be happy in my own world,

I’ll just stand still.