Writing and Dreaming and Reading...

Day by day, I am surrounded by masses of people,
They fill my space, with noise and with body,
They do things around me, 
Causing chain reaction, movement, reality,
And yet they do not touch my heart.


Hour by hour, the scene changes and moves,
What was there will never be again,
What was a moment is lost forever, 
And yet, I am in the same place I was yesterday, 
today and tommorrow.


Minute by minute,
Opportunities come and go,
I can be fantastic. I can be wonderful.
I can be evil. I can be illegal. 
And yet I stand before the red button, it's lightly pressed,
No reaction. 


Second by second,
Precious sand flows through the hourglass,
It's running out, and it's whirling down faster, faster,
I am still
blind, deaf, mute to the world.
I am oblivious, catatonic.
I am asleep. 


Notes:
Crap poetry: Stuff that doesn't rhyme, and at times, doesn't make any Sense either. Purely the author's creation because creating is what she wants to do.
Thanks to all the people that inspired me to write it again. And my red book. ;)