DJ>LVX
Everything Moves
Time is no longer a river.
It is traffic.
Days accelerate
without direction.
Calendars forget names,
keep only numbers.
I stand still
because everything runs.
The world speeds up.
I don’t.
Steps grow shorter.
The distance expands.
Faces change
like advertisements.
Truth is compressed,
fits into seconds now.
Hands swipe life away
to make room
for what’s next.
Time passes through us
without contact.
I remain behind.
Not lost.
Just slow.
Society is a clock
without hands.
Everything moves.
No one knows why.
Silence counts as malfunction.
Hesitation as error.
Those who stop
are overtaken
and labeled:
obsolete.
The world speeds up.
I don’t.
Maybe standing still
is just another form
of resistance.
Time doesn’t ask
if we can keep up.
It only counts
who’s still running.
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