Jun 2015
A man stands by a bus stop
Wearing a suit and a black hat.
He remains standing still, while
The bus passes by.
Birds chirp and fly away.
He walks to places .
How will I know where?
I watch by the window and see that black hat.
The black hat which he has already brought to so many places.
The black hat which I never know when I'll get to see again.
Only he knows where.
Only he knows.
Only he can.
But I remain calm and stoic despite seeing the black hat shoved in my throat; gagging me up tears welling in my eyes.
I refuse to take the black hat.
*I refuse.
Wearing a suit and a black hat.
He remains standing still, while
The bus passes by.
Birds chirp and fly away.
He walks to places .
How will I know where?
I watch by the window and see that black hat.
The black hat which he has already brought to so many places.
The black hat which I never know when I'll get to see again.
Only he knows where.
Only he knows.
Only he can.
But I remain calm and stoic despite seeing the black hat shoved in my throat; gagging me up tears welling in my eyes.
I refuse to take the black hat.
*I refuse.
Inspired by "What Mr.Biswas Saw"
I am tired.
I am lost.
But I know I will find myself.
Soon.
Not later but soon.
I am tired.
I am lost.
But I know I will find myself.
Soon.
Not later but soon.
