Daytime

The stores are closed
The streets are full
The pavement spins
beneath my feet.

I am fleeting
in a static world.

The gentlemen can dance
The children can climb
The grass can grow
this moment is mine.

But now I'm here
there's nowhere
left to go.

If the world
Stops I will
Die.

This was never in the plan
But always in the tactic.