Falling down the steps,
The smell of coffee hits my face...
While the noisy cab driver takes his spot,
In the caos of orderly things in life.
My elbow takes the first blow,
As the folder that was in my hand,
Spreads away with the air movement of traffic...
The impact on the ground is big,
People around me almost look at me...
As the traffic light turns green for pedestrians
And their attention is diverted elsewhere...
The spec of dust we all are in the eyes of strangers,
Puts perspective into a long lost feeling...
And introspection starts again...