Further and Further

It seems we are moving
everso rapidly to the side
on what was supposed to be
a stationary ride,
yet those in front
(as well as behind us)
continue their shifting
as if they are oblivious.
We continue our movement
away from a home
from which we did not
plan to roam.
We get further
and further and further
until a worry
of whether we can gather
ourselves in time
to get back there
strikes our minds
as our hope is bear.
We look out again
to see former neighbors
now miles away
and maybe even further.
The shear panic
almost suffocates
until a calm
so naturally innate
reminds the brain
there is no movement
except from others
preventing a reality bent.
Only the hallucination
and eyes' trickery
made it seem
a promise was slippery
but just in time
a reality set in
to reassure stagnation
needed by a soul again and again.