Keep distance, the Snail said,
I don't feel safe with humans around
and my pace makes me so vulnerable.
He took a deep breath and added,
do you ever feel my toil
to move from place to place
while the winds blow in gusts
and the world passes by like a storm?
My minutes tick like your hours
and hours days
as I climb the mountains of walls
cover furlongs of ground
rest and restart
never really knowing
where the path ends.
And you only add to my woes.
Your prank of a kick
rolls me back and down
all the way
to beyond from where I began.
A teardrop gathered in his opal eyes.
But it really doesn't matter,
a smile broke through the tears,
I see with all your pace
you're so far from happiness.