Still here?

We will not move

as death laughs at us
and the next day comes to us asleep

air will not still itself on us
and rain will pour like tears

no blessings to this rhythm of stillness 
and everything will be a still in time...to time

wondering in an amusement to a smile

...laughing are you... at you?

Then you walk pass by  hurry to death
trying to be on time 

you will
as well be ..
as a chill

as time
will move us 
to where ?

As we choose?so asked

as old upon us so cold
we slumber in waiting to this ending...

....death....

...we will be still.
to the end of this....nonsense.