Around

A poem I wrote in 2009 and revised this week. I cannot for the life of me remember the context for this one like the previous poems.

Photo by Greg Rosenke on Unsplash

The objects around me are too quiet 
and still for me to move. The objects around me
are crowding in on me. The objects show me 
what updated freak I am. The objects around 
me are too stiff and hard to move. The objects 
around me are betraying me.

Everyone around me is moving on 
too fast for me to say goodbye.
Everyone around me are starting their lives 
too fast for me to think.

Everything around me is changing 
too fast for me to notice.
Everything around me dies too 
quick for me to care.

Everything around me
is in my life.
My life is everything 
around me.
Everything around me 
will wish back the old me
before tomorrow is over.

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