It's actually hilarious
How often I end up here.
In this exact moment.
The moment when I realize
I'm the only one
The world doesn't spin for.
Where I look around
And see that I'm the only one
Who isn't moving.
Like long exposure photography
Dash past me with an impossible momentum,
Leaving a swift burst of wind that ruffles my hair
In their wake,
And all I can do is blink.
I can only blink one singular time
Before they're miles away from me,
A small black dot in the distance,
With tiny shining white eyes
That do so much more than blink.
I don't want to just blink one singular time.
I want to sprint, as fast as I can,
Carrying my giant, hopeful white eyes with me,
And become a small black dot