Still Life
We are still life. Stuck in a frame, motionless!
Subdued by all that is unreal.
If reality is free from sound or noise, then surreality must be what we see, hear, feel and taste?
If we see and feel and hear then why is everything so fixed, lifeless, stuck in a frame?
Why is the turbulence of life so slow, so bleak?
The water colors of each scenery are passionate and bold but they're dead, lifeless, stuck in a frame.
Sounds of silence make my ear drums stop and become dreary.
Visions of dull expressions create false perpetual ideas of something that is or has been seen, stopped in motion, stuck in a frame.
If everything is energy and energy is infinite and spins continuously on its axis, then why is everyting so still?
Subdued by all that is unreal.
If reality is free from sound or noise, then surreality must be what we see, hear, feel and taste?
If we see and feel and hear then why is everything so fixed, lifeless, stuck in a frame?
Why is the turbulence of life so slow, so bleak?
The water colors of each scenery are passionate and bold but they're dead, lifeless, stuck in a frame.
Sounds of silence make my ear drums stop and become dreary.
Visions of dull expressions create false perpetual ideas of something that is or has been seen, stopped in motion, stuck in a frame.
If everything is energy and energy is infinite and spins continuously on its axis, then why is everyting so still?
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