Every time I cross a road
I wonder
Will I be knocked down
Pressed flat into the ground
abstract art on tar
Then I wonder
Will the roti prata man
Whose shop I step out of
Be forever scarred by my fall
Then I wonder
How will I leave this world one day
Here one minute gone the next
Or drag out that last interminable breath
Watch it ebb and flow no more
Rise and join the sublime air
Shed this worn and weary skin
Float free - view life with dispassion.
I wonder
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