There are spoken reactions, and unspoken ones-
A refusal to speak, a gape, or a frown
Some a short distance away-
And a million miles between us.
Do you see that I work in endless circles?
That I can never stop?
Do you see that nothing ever really changes?
Stars precede us, and never die
They roll down hills, they spread to the sky
Like a bird, we must fly
For like all things, we all must die.