Every movement I make

Every motion

Can be frozen

To present a frame

A snapshot

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

In perception


But rather every moment is frozen in time

And time is what happens when they collide

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