Frozen

" As I inhale the air with the gentle pressure my lungs could create When the path to my inner self it trace When I stay still, standing Staring at the leaves clapping themselves to the wind Mesmerizing me, Rustling it's way towards me, setting me ready for a emotional voyage Halting its feet, With amazement this ticking crocodile observes me With it's feet as still as I stand, A pressure I feel on my fur Which causes me to diminish into ashes I prefer to be freezed, Freeze for eternity. By this mere encounter my essence appears to be seized, I feel every bit of me, wanting to tear each bit of this host To my surprise, this ticking crocodile still observing me by the eyes I can't find Not getting bothered, I try to fly Perhaps on sentiments I am high. As it came, the eternal peace vanishes Here, I stand wondering about the significance of this encounter I had. Ironically, it is quite insignificant. Waking me up, Then again struggling to go along or Perhaps fleeing from the grasp of this ticking monster."