The back and forth motion
Will produce a lotion!

I'm a restless man
I am never
Still
I'm always spurred on
By some perverse
Will
The grass is never
Green
No peace here
To find
Some demon
Of motion's
At work within my
Mind
No bed is too soft
That I won't
Abandon
Its sweet calm
And comfort
For a softer
One
I'm a restless man
I am never
Still
I'm always spurred on
By some perverse will.

I'll try to relate to you,
I'll try to share my perception.

The world is shiny, silver coated, raw metal just barely dusted in dirt.
Its all angles, sharp and fast, turning with the speed of a ******* fair ride.
One moment, I'm staring at the ***** of your skin as it flows from the cheek to jawline,
Smooth as a pebble worn down by years spent just near the shore.
The next, your veins and muscle pull taut through your frame, slinking into an elaborate system of liquid bronze.
Pulleys and machines, bringing your particles into such a beautiful motion.

Upon a blossom sat a butterfly
Spellbound by its beauty, I reached to touch
Before I could, it flew with wings of dye
Floating on air and free of any crutch.
And so the butterfly left on the wind,
What disappointment might have bloomed
Mattered not, for my full heart did rescind
The sense that fleeting beauty is thus doomed.
To see that gem take wing, light and airy!
I know for all the world I would not have
Kept that colored creature stationary
For beauty is thus, of motion made of.
A moment's flight in pure serenity
Is worth more than a still eternity.

Away she stepped and looked at the mess
And all this while, time stood still

The words an echo, shattered glass
She walked away, as time stood still

Hours past, in a different world
But where she ran, time stood still

As she stopped and turned around she saw
The sun went down, but time stood still

She gathered every shred of courage
All through the night, as time stood still

As a new day dawned and light crept in
She took one step back as time stood still

She set out on the way back wondering
If life had changed while time stood still

She reached a past in screes and shatters
A broken mirror, as time stood still

Unmendable it seemed to be when
She stepped back in and time stood still

Then morning sun lit up the shards
She sat down, still, and time stepped on

Incessant motion,
        Relentlessly back and forth
                Each and every day.

Slow jerking snake like
Pierces dark runs on iron moves
Below under the city