Time moves forward.
Some stand still.
Yet everything moves ahead.
Spinning faster and faster until lines start to blur.
It was always who wanted, but never what they wanted. So many hours spent-
What's left?
Crumbling stone falls into the waters, and still everything is blurred.
Some might even see the dust settle back to dirt. All along, a solo song.
That is where some belong.
Always one, in the end. Was it some?
