I am stationary.
I feel the same breeze blowing pass me.
I see the same lights shining over me.
I hear the same sound flickering towards me.
I deal with the same people wanting something from me.
I am stationary?
Why do I feel the harsh breeze blowing on me?
Why do I see the glaring lights shining over me?
Why do I hear unfamiliar noises overlapping on me?
Why do I deal with strange people wanting to give something to me?
I am still stationary.
You came.
You are wavering.
You shift to feel the same breeze blowing pass me.
You change to see the same lights shining over me.
You move to hear the same sound flickering towards me.
You decide to deal with the same people wanting something from me.
You are wavering?
How can you shift to feel the same harsh breeze blowing on me?
How can you change to see the same glaring lights shining over me?
How can you move to hear the same unfamiliar noises overlapping on me?
How can you decide to deal with the same strange people wanting to give something to me?
You are still wavering.
You left.
You assumed I was wavering,
But I was nothing but stationary.
I felt the same harsh breeze blowing pass us.
I saw the same glaring lights shining over us.
I heard the same unfamiliar noises overlapping on us.
I dealt with the same strange people wanting to give something to us.
I am still here.
Still here feeling, seeing, hearing, and dealing,
With the vacant space that you wavered away from.
I am still stationary,
Stationary unlike the unspoken waverer.
Written by Kevin Tang
2012
