Ouroboros.

A mirror

Today, It showed me the picture of a man that I have never seen. A stranger

walking past the shops and stalls, cars moving back and forth but not looking at his path before.

One missed step and he steps on manure and voila he has lost his allure; He is finished for sure.

The soles and mine face now green and blue I look to the mirror and the stranger says that he only saw you.

I then procede to take a couple steps further hoping to escape the reality that deep down I wasn't bothered.

I'm still smothered by the fact that one day my crimes shall be read in front of all the others but naah..I aint gonna be bothred

It wasn't I who did but the stranger who now cowers behind the concrete walls while they cry and bawl by the street where I just walked

"It is he!" "Cover him with stones from his head but spare his feet for they did nothing wrong."

I flag down a bodaboda hoping to run from this route marred with lawless order "I do not need this..I'm a grown up"

"THEN GROW UP" she says to me..Now her I have seen far more than once after a glance or two but man I'm asking you

"Is she talking to them kids or she really does know your grades in school?"Oh Number Two.

She's right you know..I think I should. "YEAH YOU SHOULD." He says as he splits open his coconut fruit.

I have reached my destination but still I'm kinda ammused. The roads are so full ; I see as many a friend as foe. But I can't discern ; I don't know

I know they matter to me I see them everyday and in every way they must have a say in what I do and what I say 

I see them in dreams, sidewalks and all the other things I hear them in the morning when the birds have stopped their singing

But alas! Today I have seen that stranger..to me he is no friend but a foe..to me only a reflection..nothing more.