The world moves on,
I stand without motion.
Feeling somewhat emotion,
Standing as if frozen.
Spring, summer, fall all pass,
From green to yellow goes the grass.
Nights come without notice,
Days go and from me time races.freezes my mind,
For a moment all is left behind.
But summer spring arrives again,
And still I sit motionless within.
The trees lose their leaves,
I stand wondering what fait weaves.
The rain pours over me,
Soaking me, mocking me.
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