Tainted Run

I'd see color. Words painted in all directions.
I'd see people walking around. Wondering what was going on in the minds of strangers. What was laying heavy in their hearts, draining their souls and destroying their minds. A mere image fools only others, but looking in the mirror, you remember.
You could imagine what's out there. My issue with a retail store hiring incompetent people, pure irrelevancy. It slows down at times, the wondering. I become self absorbed in the world of, "What I need to do." We all do, 7 billion people, 7 billion worlds on earth. Like I didn't say hi to the lady that smiles at me when I get coffee. Small, or not calling my grandmother, cause her voice brings me to tears. That old women there, I love you. I don't say that. I don't believe in it. Out side of my immediate family, that's a no no. I digress. It stopped, and while I was on it, the pictures, the people, the signs, it just reminds me why I hate the train.


Confidence isn't arrogance, yet letting go of meaningless definitions.