You stood still. I am frozen in this place from the moment time stood still. Though you maybe can't perceive my soul's locked here good or ill, be it two or 20 years my mind rooted to this ground with a heart that cannot beat though all else may race around. If you think my life is full some path upward you might see then you fell for the facade for those nothings don't move me. What's the purpose for my work?