The World is Always Moving
feeling lost and lonely
all alone
with no where to go
no one to talk to
nothing to say
don't feel like sharing
people all around me
yet no ones there
spinning, running, moving
on
I'm still in one place
Five-year-old Harry stood in the middle of the street. People in business suits hurrying in either direction past him. Not even giving him a glance, as if he wasn't even there. Standing there, he had realized just how the world works, looking at the people and things around him. He had run away again. He looked up to the sky, seeing big tall skyscrapers. The sky was blue. The grass, when you could find it, was green, if taken care of. The pavement was black or gray. And people went to work. The world didn't ever stop, for anything. It would always be in motion. One forward motion. It didn't matter if the world made a mistake. It would always move anyway. Just a motion...
End
Disclaimer: Harry Potter isn't mine.