Still

I am at a standstill
only me,
not time
I am at a standstill

There are times when
Still I am as a stone
When life is out thrown
Of the cage.

I am at a standstill
only me,
not time
I am at a standstill

There are times when
Felt, I should just ‘be’
Not in past nor future
But the present

I am at a standstill
My body, my mind
not thoughts that trod it
I am at a standstill

There are times when
Still as I stand
Images I see pass by
Of the gones.

I am at a standstill
only me,
not time
I am at a standstill

What is it in this
Past and present
That we all cease to be
Just ‘to be’ ?

Why do we deny
The present
To look into the past
And worry the future

Why can’t we just be?
Why can’t we just be?
Why can’t we just be?
For ‘to be or not to be
Is the only question?’