The Human Condition by Corey DroverCooped inside my paranoia
I walk down the alder filled pathway
At night,
Fearing what wasn't there
I'd heard the stories
And been given the warnings
And still I venture out
Just to go get some cigarettes and a chocolate bar
And maybe a magazine
Hands in my pockets, I mimic my heartbeat
With my footsteps
Rhythmically strolling with the beat
As the clouds covered the moon I saw him
The desolate night had become too crowded
Clenching my wallet, the only two noises before
Had now gone in opposite speeds and as I slowed down
My heart sped up
Like two lone cars on a highway, we passed
Without an acknowledgment and I felt
Vindicated at my safety yet sorry for the
Unfounded suspicions
Finding not the words I continue on
As the clouds continue on their
Never-ending journey and expose the orb of truth,
I see another man
My heart speeds up. 06/27/2002 Posted on 06/27/2002 Copyright © 2024 Corey Drover
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