The calendar shows the changing dates The sun shows a new day beginning

The wrinkles on the neighbors face, indicate the passage of time

I'm somewhere, still.

Tree outside has lost its leaves

The flower has borne the fruits

The pigeon has laid new eggs

I feel the same old.

Science has proven god wrong

Recent history has gone ancient

The crazy ones have turned sane

My world is still mundane.

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I've stopped.