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Have you ever stared at a fly

With static eyes, 

That when you look at it constantly

Your eyes jump and jiggle imperceptibly.

A sense of detachment from the fact that it exists

The perception that it's lost from the world of reality. 


We humans tend to rehabilitate

We get it

But we forget it

That motion is important

That we can't be static

To be at par. To be alive. 

Or else we'll be lost in the motionless world nobody will notice us in,

And we'll strive. 

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