A twisted heap, protruding from a creek, as its slowly sinking, the water gushing over the screaming, i walked on by seeing nothing, as i ascended a trail with a hanging man in a tree, waving and jerking his feet, shaking the whole tree, as i walked away, through a pasture glazed in a fog, where a farmer was caught under a tractor wheel, he yelled for help, as i knelt, to tie my shoes, adjust my headphones, and continued my pursuit of chocolate milk.