Imagine everything froze.
Where would you be?
Would you be clothed?
Or sipping some tea?

Some would be asleep,
Not knowing anything.
Images would become surreal,
Fighting with themselves within.

Others, enjoying the breeze.
Half-dressed, relaxing on a mat.
Laying as they please,
No more moving in the act.

Bookworms, obviously reading.
Chatterboxes, definitely talking.
Authors, certainly writing.
Singers, doing the usual singing.

Everyone would be doing something.
Then nothing's moving all of a sudden.
They'd be playing extreme mind games,
Wanting to be freed from these tight chains.

Chains that make them think
That they're absolutely insane.
Just for once, they wanted to blink.
Hoping this was all a mistake.