Still

Days go faster like the speed of light but I remain still.

All the desires; dead.

defined by the people around me.

I am lost in the field of concrete, I hear familiar voices far away from me,

I dream of being there

And then I wake up..

My wish to disappear

I shall burn like fire into ashes..
I shall blow like the wind against the faces..
I shall be released into the thin air..
My wish to disappear…