My mind imposes a stillness on a universe in motion
A stillness that's just an illusion
A source of confusion
For a mind that beholds creature shapes in the clouds
Thinking it strange when things change
Wrapping them in death shrouds
Forgetting that life is neither still nor a frame in a film
But a dramatic motion picture show
Watched by the observer within
Who sees in everything
A beginning, a middle and end
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