The red light starts
everything in complete sintony.
the car moves 3km
The red light again
a tree on the side,
then the green,
an old woman on the street
an odd couple walking
the yellow light appears
hand with hand, heart with heart
it lasts 30 seconds
an old man dying
my clock ticking
a new person breathing
the car´s engine working
the yellow light again, 30 seconds
the air scrolling
my heart beating
clouds in the sky
enlightenment,red light 20 seconds
everything in complete alignment
metallic sounds, glass flying
nothing is in alignment anymore
everything is fast and slow
You, I see you.
You, glare, you, cringe, you, silent laughing and walking away.
There you are going back to pretending you are not amused by the sudden change in a crowd you feel estranged by.
You, subjective objectifier.
You hate the laws of physics, you hate formulas, anything exact, anything that doesn’t allow you to leave fingerprints for an answer.
Multiple choice exams are excruciating, you try to find a hidden message between equations, you are certain that exponents and roots have nothing to say to to you.
Still, you’ve always had this thing for discovering imaginary riddles in things that don’t want to hold a conversation.
You introverted social creature, you Kafkian character.
You, make-believe sociologist
You, dream catcher, dream-let-go-er .
You, you thought things would turn out differently, didn’t you?
You thought the answers would’ve emerged with the experience acquired, you believed the promises of blue elders…
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