SnowQueen19

Nothing much moves in a small town by Riddle Askew The world turns and moves But in some places time stands still Nothing much moves but slow breaths Clock keeps ticking Tick-Tock World keeps moving but its not This small town With small minds And small ideas Eyes watch wary at the world Of colour and movement While her world stands still drab and dreary She is wearied By pressures and forms This town suffocates her Locks its hands around her throat and doesn't let go She is drowning in crowds Of blank faced people They never left Never will She feels stuck unmoving Fighting Kicking screaming Let me out The wo