Disconnected (free write)

Disconnected

As you stroll down the street
Hands in your pockets
Gazing thoughtfully at the world around you

You seem at peace with yourself
Because at once you're not thinking of yourself
Or of anything that involves you.
Simply of the world; the good, the bad, and the non-existant.

A man and his baby girl
Learning how to walk
Happily giggling at each other
She's oblivious to the world around her
And enjoying it fully
Not knowing or wondering what may come for her
Later...in life

Whether she'll be the homecoming Queen 3 years and running
Prom Queen and date the quarterback from Varsity

Or have her feet in the stirrups
Legs spread wide
Screaming in pain

And when it's all over she'll look over to her bedside table and notice her 15th birthday card sitting there waiting to be read and discarded, while stroking her baby son's head, while lazily wonering who the father is.

You never know what's in store for you
So you can only keep walking down that sidewalk
Hands in your pockets, tongue between your teeth
Humming an entertaining tune
And
Thinking about the people around you, where they might go
Because..
Somewhere along the way
You might see them again.