In a hurry.
Cars race by.
Colorful streaks of light.
Can’t see the drivers.
Only the lights.
Moving quickly.
Racing somewhere.
But where?
Where the grass is greener.
People are happier.
The food tastes better.
Or not.
In a hurry.
Cars race by.
Colorful streaks of light.
Can’t see the drivers.
Only the lights.
Moving quickly.
Racing somewhere.
But where?
Where the grass is greener.
People are happier.
The food tastes better.
Or not.
What will it feel like
at the end?
On your last road,
at your last stop.
No more road signs.
No more signals.
Only dead silence.
No people.
No lights.
No sounds.
Memories flitting by.
Old smells.
Then darkness.
No!
I want to go out
with a bang!
A parade.
A marching band,
with music and laughter.
Let’s wait for the parade.
I can hear it in the distance.
Too many people on the streets.
Cars honking their horns.
People shoving each other.
When did life become so hectic?
Why is everyone in a hurry?
Where are they all going?
They become a blur to me.
One shoving mass of humanity.
Hurrying to their end.
No individuality.
No caring.
No manners.
Only a need
to get somewhere fast.
Trapped in their
Alice of Wonderland—
in a hurry to go nowhere.
Bat
RUNNING IN PLACE
SOMETIMES I FEEL LIKE THE BAT.
RUNNING TO GET SOMEWHERE
BUT NEVER ARRIVING ANYWHERE.