I wait upon them

People scream at me to “Hurry, hurry, hurry!”

They seem anxious for me to choose swiftly

They ferociously ask me what path I will take

What does it matter to them?

If I choose wrong they judge and tut at me

If I choose right they jealously congratulate my ‘luck’

I stand still and feel them spin around me- spitting and vociferous

Their needs are not mine to fulfil

I stand as an island


I feel hands grab at me

Trying to take hold

I am shame to them as I step away and proceed in directions they deem foolish

I thank them for their inutility

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