Thoughts

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about a guy that takes a walk to clear his head...


“Thoughts”

 

He wondered

why

he wasn’t

normal

didn’t feel the

same

as most people

do

about most things

that they have

feelings for

he wanted to

belong

but never could

find

anything

worth belonging

too,

he dragged a

piece of metal

along the whole

length

of a brand new

BMW

pushing hard

against

it’s black body

leaving a paint-less

crease

behind him

as he slowly

walked away

alarm blaring

on the over

priced car

straddling two

parking spaces

why do so

many people

feel so entitled

to more than

their fair share,

he had an

emptiness

in him

a missing piece

to his life’s

puzzle

that must be

more oddly

shaped

then most of

the remaining

pieces

still out there

nothing seems to

come close

to matching

it’s sharp

corners

and dull

edges,

he knew

he was different

not like special

or unique

something leaning

more towards

that stain

you find

on your brand

new couch

you don’t know

what caused it

or what it is

only that it

sticks out from

everything else

around it

and it bothers

you

that it is

there

well

that would be

him,

he stopped

and listened

to an old

man

playing an acoustic

guitar

he gently

plucked the

strings

with a soft

touch

that produced

simple notes

of sound

that when strung

together

had a magical

appeal to him

he pulled a

couple of wadded

up

dollar bills

out of his

pocket

dropping them

into the old man’s

guitar case

as he started

to leave

the man then

nodded to him

while looking into

his eyes

and played a few

notes

that he knew

were meant for

only him

a musical

thank-you,

he had no

goals in his

life

nothing he wanted

to do

or anybody

he wished

he could be

not due to

a lack of

drive

or motivation

he just hasn’t

found

any direction

yet

to call his

own,

why couldn’t

real life

be more like

the game

you always knew

where you stood

in the race

how far you

were

from the finish

line

and whether or

not

you could call

your spin through

life

a success

or failure

all the answers

were

clearly printed

on the inside

of the box,

he turned

the corner

and started to

head for home

no closer to

solving

any of the

questions

that have been

plaguing him

for years

his mind

even more

clouded

then when he

began his walk,

he sees a

young man

in a red

Mercedes SLC-43

convertible

pulling into a

handicap parking

spot

and in one

quick motion

the man grabs

the windshield

and the driver’s

door

and leaps out

of his car

and heads into

a nearby

liquor store

engine running

stereo bumping

“well there is”

“one thing”

“I do enjoy doing”

he says

out loud

“playing karma”

causing a

married couple

going by him

to turn their

heads

thinking he

was talking

to them

he shakes his

head no

back to them

and they continue

on their way

he can’t help

but smile

as he walks

by

the red

Mercedes SLC-43

convertible

with a piece

of metal

in his left

hand

leaving a

paint-less

crease

in his wake…

 

Tom Allen…12-23-2017…

 

 

 


Submitted: January 02, 2018

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jaylisbeth

Very well penned, Tom :)

Wed, January 3rd, 2018 1:34pm

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Thanks so much Jaylisbeth...Tom...

Wed, January 3rd, 2018 1:10pm

hullabaloo22

Well, Tom, I can understand how he feels....not really belonging. Very easy to visualize the whole thing!

Wed, January 3rd, 2018 8:11pm

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Thanks Hull, I am sure he isn't alone with such thoughts...Tom...

Wed, January 3rd, 2018 1:10pm

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