Take the elevator
And reach the top,
Where the view lays sprawled
Before you.
Walk to the edge,
To the very, very edge.
Lean over,
And have a frightening
Thought,
One that you never
Expected to have.
I could jump.
Right now, I could jump.
Now hope to God
You ́re not crazy
To feel that way.
You ́re not.
The french have a saying for it.
L ́appel du vide.
The call of the void.
It beckons
For your body to
Take control.
But something jerks you back.
It’s your mind.
What a twisted way
To let you know you are
Grateful for the view.
The fish are content
In the small pond
Floating with nothing to do
In circles they go
To and fro
Gliding two by two
How funny they are,
They can’t go far
Stuck in obliviousness
Above on a rock
I sit and I watch
And start to become curious,
The breeze is warm
Shadows form
And the world awaits my return
It can keep waiting
Today I am staying
On my rock to watch the fish
Surrounding me are the monsters
The ones that pinch my cheeks
That dig their nails in
Leaving stained crimson on my face
Oblivious to the hot flush of my embarrassment Masked with obnoxious grins
They pose the grim question:
“What do you want to be when you grow up?”
After an unsettling pause
My tongue pierces the toxic air
“Everything.”
Discordant cackles suffocate me
Roaring louder and louder
Escalating like a symphony
Soon they resume their cryptic conversations
While I sit lonely and stare at my feet
Dangling above the floor
Wondering where Mommy is
Why do they think of me as a fool for my absence of grey hair When we can simply all dance together?
Your scorns
Will dwindle into ashes
For the future belongs to me
It’s competition time.
The loud, booming noise searched the air
Faces, expression is satisfied and joyful
The rink is brisk
Like the wind on a Novembers day.
Nothing could compare
To the joy we felt after
The scores reflected back.
The bright lights
Illuminating our faces even more than the sun.
The team above us is now second
Because we conquered, I should say.
Pack up your bags
Gather your thoughts
Go outside and feel the heat
Mixture of red color roaming the street
Hitting their heads on the titanium wall, wishing it to fall
Bottles of alcohol flying the sky
Keeping the fire inside them, ambitioning freedom inside their mind Black crows filling the whole sky
Hold flags to the sky
Until they reaches the clear high sky
Red mixes orange and orange mixes yellow
Tiny flames gather and make disasters of fire
People rush out to the street as the signal of revolt
Fire never go off
Tiny bit of flame rising from the ashes
Get bigger with more flames
Until the corruption falls