I Want It. What?

25 miles seem so long.

It is so far away.

I’ve always wanted to touch the sands of that place.

Route? What route?

Direction? Don’t know which.

Didn’t know that the road is of rumble stones.

I, only one of them,

Rumbling away with the others like me

So that I am not stepped upon,

So that I make it to those sands.

Can I make it?

There are trees of green and silver leaves on both sides of the isle.

So many stones along with me,

Yet they see the silver leaves.

Each one of them thinks he is the silver leaf.

They are now silver stones.

But silver they are, so they think.

Fail to look around and see their actual colour.

They fail to see,

There are more of them.

So alike, so powerful when together.

But they are leaves.

Or so their non-existent minds think.

What was on those sands,

I called it food.

The world called it bait.

No, it was food certainly.

I have it every day!

There is a doubt.

I have it every day,

Then why ask for more?

What is it that I want?

I think it is food.

But don’t I have it every day?

More doubts.

Is it the mist or the fog that has caused this?

What’s far away is no more to be seen.

Doubts.

They engulf me like a snake does a rat.

Or a boa perhaps?

The snake creeps on.

Maybe it can bypass the mist… or the fog?

And reach what is 25 miles away.

What is it?

What is it?

Why can’t I see it?