Picnic In My Head

 

Moving on is not so different

Than standing in one place.

The world moves around me

And if I am absolutely still,

It all escapes me.

 

How is that so different

From running ‘til the end of time?

Everything changes either way,

For if I run, I waste much precious time

That could be used in other ways.

 

Yet if I am still as the very stone,

The world moves on without me

And so the world changes about me

Even faster than if I were to try to interact,

While I stand by passive, watching life go by.

 

So perhaps I’ll jog a while,

And then perhaps I’ll walk

When lunch time comes ‘round,

I’ll sit and have a snack

What else would the ants eat?