Every movement I make
Can be frozen
To present a frame
Of me at my purest.
And the notion of travel is wrong
For I never move
But the world slides me by
So I am stationary
And the scenery shifts
To present me with happenings
Of blocks the world over.
And I realise this reality is mine alone
And shared with that of everyone
So that I see there is no truth
But rather every moment is frozen in time
And time is what happens when they collide