Little Things
Trailing down muddy path,
the weight pressing on to my shoulders.
Heaving a great sigh,
the world seems to be crushing on to me.
Keep going,
straight ー
yes, over there.
Neurons signaling impulses,
limbs move automatically,
colours fading
like the old black and white movie.
Stop,
sit still,
wait.
Even the wind
has its own meaning of life.
Sweeping fallen leaves,
making them swirl and dance.
Drive.
Stop.
Drive.
Stop.
The earth rumbled,
the world has finally decided to end my misery.
But then, I hear the sound again,
shrieking into my ears.
No, not again….
Stepping hard on the brake,
the smell of gasoline permeates the air,
seeps into my skin,
surges into my senses,
slowly and cruelly choking me on the inside.
Doors open,
footsteps closing in.
“Thank you!” they smile,
disappearing around the corner.
Doors close,
I drive on,
feeling a smile on my lips.