End of the World
Oh, how many times Iāve wanted to stop and sit⦠In the cold of winter, when the sun hangs just above my head, spilling shadows directly beneath me... For anyone to get warmed and want to bask like a cat.
I have to finish the work Iām supposed to do. I canāt stay here wasting even a minute of my time. This gorgeous-looking spot and the manipulating weather ā they canāt hold me. I have to go. My work is waiting.
But maybe a few minutes canāt hurt, right? I'll rest for just a few minutes and then walk on my way. To where I'm supposed to be. Where no one's actually waiting for me. Where everybody is busy doing nothing exactly. Where I donāt belong. Where I donāt even fit.
Staring at this spot won't do. I'll just sit here for one minute to feel like there's something that I can do. At least I'm doing something ā even if it's not remarkable, and Iām not proud of it. Holding these heavy weights. It looks like everybody is running, like it's the end of the world. It is the end of the world.
(By-cycle rings)
No, today, I've no time for this ..
It really is the END OF THE WORLD!!
















