Blur

Blur

It’s all a blur

This life

Like a flip book

Drawn in school

At the corner

Of some

Textbook

You’re stuck

On page 1

But you get going

And things

Speed up

Look at you go

Running in place

As the world

It races past

In a blur

A blur, blur, blur

Look out

The same window

The same scene

Sun or snow

Summer or winter

You are not moving

The scenery is

It’s on a scroll

Someone is turning

The wheel

Creating the illusion

Of change

Blur

It’s all a blur

Bound to end