through the waves of hi''s and bye''s

litter tossed around
cars pass by causing the well-behaved dusts to swirl in the midst of the air
people pace through;
too much to do and too little to live they say

fuel the space with time and you'll get movement.
not even a single second will anything stay at rest.

but me.
I'm always at the starting point.
Always undecided of the next move to take
Always wondering whether it's right or wrong
Always coming back to zero again.

I yet haven't encountered a dead end.
If I did it'd mean I did attempt to search for an answer.

I'm still here
where I almost tried to step out of where I started.