And it's morning on Mannheim Road.
The early/late commuters, sounds of them wheezing by, juxtaposed with the monotonous chirps of birds of all the same color. Life! Happening without you or me wake or even semi-conscious.
Everyone, every sound, every thing trying, desperate, to be the main character of a story never written.
Each of us and thing, hammer and nail with nothing to hammer and nail.
It's all here to see, like a freakshow, in Des Plaines, IL.
And when the sun fully rises, it's all normal again. Nothing to comment on, nothing to notice. Same conversations, same food, same never-ending road, same, same. So close to insane.
And nobody can give two ***** about it. It's too much to ask for like some spare change They'll only use when They're buying a large coke and maybe some extra fries, "more please."
Sad? No, tranquil. Free from disturbance. So beautiful even the blind could see it.
Don't seize the day, just enjoy it.
And I wish I could have wrote this in spanish,
Buenos Dias folks.