The World Moves Poem by Andrew Rose

The world is in a stop right now for me,
At the moment.
But I am fearful,
It seems that I will need people like you,
For when the world starts up;
Again.

When it does begin to move,
It feels like its being tugged,
Slowly,
From underneath my feet.
And the rules keep changing,
It’s no longer merely a battle of endurance.
How are people able to stay still?
Everything is moving,
So fast.

You didn’t even stay to hear me out…

Point proved?