It just sits there
     Waiting to be moved
          Always by force
               Content in its place

I sit here
     Trying to move it
          Using no force
               Trying not to think

Is it offence to higher authority
That movement by will alone
Is not granted to those of my station?

Why are we here
     If not to control
          The things that surround us
               By methods not granted
                    To the vastness beyond?

Time passes

And still it sits there