you run and run and run
as the soles of your shoes get more and more worn out
those bits and pieces of rubber killed by friction
as beads of perspiration trickle down
that tired face
but you continue to run
you run and run and run
even after you realise
you've been running on a treadmill
and displacement=0
seeing is not believing
believe.. and you will see?
i really really believed, and i really really trusted.
maybe this explains the disappointment.
my sunny yellow cactus pot with the cracks in between
and my bright pink monkey phone which died
broken beauty reminiscent of the Colosseum
yet the cartoon cactus still smiles its adorable smile
the monkeys are forever happy
all roads still lead to Rome
