Rotation of the earth

The rotation of the earth doesn't really matter.
I still don't feel like I'm moving, you come up to me with your
cropped almond colored hair that splays out just perfectly
and compliments your freckles and you tell me
I'm moving even though I'm sitting still and haven't
bothered with any involved thinking for
an amount of time that might mean I'm not real anymore
that i'm not living.
you can tell me I'm moving even though the words that I say have no consequence
so little and so believe by me that after I say anything you're more likely to get me to tell
you the circumference of the earth than what I just said.
I'm so stagnant that I'm not even careless,
because even carelessness takes an effort and
requires some sort of absent planning to be worthwhile.
it's almost tomorrow and I've waited too long to get anything done.
I've wasted everything and I"m not going any where.

but the world spins at 1038 miles per hour without me
I'm just left behind all the same.