Frames Of Refrence

A Poem by Inkspire

"Truth travels in frames."

Have you ever wondered?
You are moving,
But you are not moving?

You get it, right?
Bus. Look outside.
See? Now you get it.

Strange, isn’t it?
But if you listened in school,
It’s simple.

The bus stands still,
So do you.
The bus moves forward
Your body clings to rest
But somehow,
You and the bus move together,
At a shared speed.

To someone outside,
You just travel at the speed of the bus.
But are you really?

And then, the bus stops
But your body,
still believes in motion.

Have you ever looked out from a window?
It’s beautiful, isn’t it?

Sitting in a bus
Is both stillness and motion
It just depends
On who is watching whom.

Weirdly,
It makes sense.