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.