How stagnant the air is all around.
Has it stopped to rest?
After all the continuous frantic movement
Did it want time to step back and watch,
How the world gets along
Without its prodding and pushing?
Or was it sapped of all energy,
Overcome by the unending circles
That it all would always be?
Or maybe it stopped in exultation…
In expectation…
… of forces greater than itself
To take it forward, somewhere
Beyond.
.where contentment and vigor abounds
Where life is as it should be…
