Stillness is a funny thing
Considering the world is of constant spin
And movement is of commonplace
To our species known as the human race
And even in trying it’s an impossible feat
For our hearts strike on at a constant beat
Our heads filter thoughts at an incredible rate
Our souls beckon feelings of love and hate
Nature and structures are better than us
At keeping still and collecting dust
Yet they are injected with life in the wind and the rain
As if their lover had called on their name
But it seems that these things have no say in the matter
No choice in moving unlike the latter
We mobile creatures who stare choice in the face
What a beautiful facet of the human race
-Chris Underwood
