Focus.....

I stepped out of the house, the door creaking behind me, slamming shut. I walk down the road evenly paced, the streets a blur and the people a blend. I slowly walk forward, unsuspicious of whats around me, not expecting an alter in the events, for it is a routine. I walk until I finally reach the bus stop, a mere haze against the backdrop, where I stand, idle, until my transport arrives up ahead. I enter and seat myself, after which, the vehicle roars to life, and I shift my head to view what lies outside. I see the streets, people, shops, lights, all the same, moving past me in a quick rhythmic succession, too quick to notice, too quick to take in. I finally reach and with effort lift myself, and deboard not paying attention to the people surrounding me, not paying attention to the steps covered with the clatter of footsteps, or the gentle breeze of the wind. And as I take my next step forward, I trip and soon find myself against the cold stone floor of a pavement. The people clamber on, rushing to their destination, to follow their routines. None of them noticed as they stepped upon me, with force and anger, pushing me down as I try to get up. And as the dust clears, I lay there, still, aching, thinking;
focus..........