The black serpent that lay ahead of me, guiding my twisted way through crowded buildings and woods
I am trying to find the head or tail, just the end
But i know it has no end
Only I will end before I find it
Screaming vehicles distract my quest
Bring me back to the present
Bewildered, I look to the motion that didn't cease to happen while I was not paying attention
Motion of different kinds
Motion at different pace
Crawling, walking, speeding, but never stopping
Everything is in a rush
The bicycle, the car, the heavy vehicle, even the dead leaf that is looking for a destination
Most of the drivers are quiet, like me
May be they are listening to the internal voices that speak language that is not humanly possible, like me
What goes in their mind?
Do they see the serpent like I do?
It's a chaos of thoughts and cars that fly by me and I fail to understand the motion.
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Sad Poems 2
PoetryI wasn't intending another Sad poems book but I find it hard to not feel the stories. I necessarily don't feel like that.
