Still
Still in the storm Not a single move, Not living, Maybe resting. Immobile amidst the strong wind, Motionless and emotionless, Just thinking, Maybe thinking. Frozen in the hot summer, Sweating in the cold, Drowning in the drought, Inactive yet active. Slave of indecision, Master of the lifelessness, Are you fortunate to be not dead, Or unfortunate to be alive?