ON MY OWN
Alone I sit while thousands surround me
But I'm not lonely.
In my mind there exists a stillness that I have grown familiar to.
Yet around me nothing seems to be still,
Being in motion has become the order of lives.
Yet as I sit on my own I am more productive than the thousands in motion.
It's not possible...or is it?
As I sit and rest my mind is at work.
Discovering weaknesses within me and suggesting solutions for the problems it unveils.
I begin to grow familiar to myself and what it is I am about.
Sadly for the thousands around me this is all foreign.
A great lie has been circulated.
All seem to be believe it though,
That taking a moment to breath is weakness, stupidity
And a sign of poverty.
Yet as I observe...poverty is not displayed in my life.
The motion-beings have grown poor
In humility
Love and Family life.
Yet their accounts accumulate zeros.
I am left asking myself,
What is it that is of much worth then?
To be on my own for a moment and observe,
or to be a motion-being with poor sight...
Sight of the important things in life.