Stasis

People stand in stasis, while I keep moving.
I’m lonely.
The world around me seems to remain frozen as I keep walking.
I explore the world around me.
I meet new people, see new things.
But eventually my hope for one thing dies
And I move on to the next. 
Stasis.
The people that I’ve met all remain frozen.
Trapped in a never-ending loop of time, rewinding itself upon itself. 
And all I’ve noticed is that everything will come to an end,
And it is very hard to enjoy something
When you are anticipating it’s demise.
Stasis. 
If only I could stop moving, just for a moment, it would be a gift.