the winds are high today,
blowing my ghostly visage
in a westerly direction;
all i can do is breathe
deep in my torso,
asinine smile
and remain silent.
from this vanishing point,
i watch the paracetamol
take its money,
saunter through traffic lights
and affiliate with average commuters
in their quest for unspoken freedom
on a casual -day
without disabling fear,
healthy regret
or excuses.
through the cracks,
weeds stand tall,
watch the sun cast half-shadows
on broken asphalt
and under-inflated tires.
they will die if only for a single breath of reality.
while the prison brides
stroll leisurely
down the aisles
of non-membership required retailers,
i remain a sprite visitant
acutely aware of my surroundings,
refusing to lose
sight of my limits;
for without, i cannot exceed success.
all i can do
is leisurely exhale,
remain silent
and let the sky
determine my value
as the breeze cashes me in
one last time.
