Do you ever wish you could just stop? Everything around you would come to a halt. Except you. You'd climb out of your chair and start walking. You'd pick that mouse from the cat's claws and move him to safety. You'd put a rose in the gnarled hands of that old lady. You'd dowse the small fire than started in that living room and turn the run away teenager around to run smack dab into his mother's open arms.
Then you'd clamber across stilled traffic and walk on. Following a soul compass you never bothered to check before. You'd collect dandelions along the way, blow the seeds in all directions and marvel at how they sit like jewels amongst the frozen skies. And when you paused you'd marvel at the sights, where your soul took you. Marvel at how you walked across waves and over mountains, how jets looked small when you held them in your hands. How even the air was fresher because the smoke belched from towers was no longer spreading.
When you finally stopped you'd climb down from the clouds and slip effortlessly into a you-shaped slot. You'd blow a kiss to unseen forces, the clock would resume ticking, those around you welcome you. And everything would be as it should be.