I stood at the zebra crossing,

              looking both ways,
nothing not a whisper of noise.

As I took those steps like the
            beetles crossing it a million
times on album covers... silence...


No music, just blood red visuals,
  a kaleidoscope of regrets.

Then I awoke, daydreaming
towards the zebra of negative
                      and plus footsteps.

This time, times? I stepped side ways.
         but I got hit by a I think a bicycle.
I flew over me like a eagle, wings aloft.

Then crumpled on the other side of the road,
             alive but like a wounded animal..
crying in pain.

But me I was a void less crease of red smudges,
    painting the road a ***** crimson.
The white now pink with regrets.
           Like a paint brush thrashed everywhere
everyone was touched by my suffering.

But never the less, I once again walked
    towards my fate, not realising,
                        actions versus  consequences


add up.

But when I walked this well trodden path,
     I always looked left, right, even up...

Never down though. My shoe laces were untied!!

           This couldn't be my achilleas heal,
the focal point of my despair.
I counted the string knots, each unbreakable to this point.

looking down, I tied my lace.
                        awaiting this knot to fulfil
                                                    it purpose.
but instead someone tripped over me,

crashing to the ground, a heap of humility.

But then the truth engaged on me,
                       they were behind me!
I only slightly remembered a nudge,
but I thought that was the impact.
                Lost in the trauma of every parting.

It was them every time, I suffered because
of them. Who are you? why would you do that!
They just looked at me and said, because I can.
Getting up they ran, but fate knew this path well.

Someone had to take a fall, and so as he lay there,
          A heap of regrets. bloodied and smiling.

He said, I needed to change my fate,
                      but you tied the last knot,
                                   and broke the loop.

I just wanted to live, you were no one.

Then I looked at him, I am someone,
    I'm the one who watches you die.