World Stops

At the end of the trip

Blank and sudden (?) going back

Voyage terminated at long last

Waiting for the high-speed rocket

Take me back to where I know



The ride's not easy, it's not calm

But going back at long last

All the faces, all the voices

Somehow I stay at the back of it all

Watching my body go through the motions

In a slice of time and space



Guess I was there, I surely must have been

It's a simple memory hangs near past (fast?)

But going back at long last

Somehow seems so much more important



Looking through all the events

Clear on out to single points

Where it's quiet and still

At the end of the trip

The world stops



And I can stare at the wood and stone

And the objects of place take on their own life

Nothing's really so different at the end of the voyage

It's all an extension of my thought

All the differences disappear

And a quiet calm floats me in the air