mindless walkers strolling—
stepping on cracks,
stepping on lines,
skipping pebbles with their toes,
crushed something?
broke something?
the sound of the snaps don't reach their ears,
enough to make heads drop down
and see the chaos made from their designer shoes.
sight range is too elevated to acknowledge the possible dog shit they might step into.
could've avoided it,
not get mad when they come across it,
be so disgusted that it wouldn't ever been there again.
some much of the world's shit could all be gone,
if people checked to see the chaos caused by the mindless stepping of their designer shoes.
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meraki
Poetry☁️ | wander through my thoughts. all my experiences, realizations, decisions, vibes...attempted to be placed into rhythmic tone as a summary of my life. I hope for this to become a place of comfort for anyone who needs it. Poetry is a beautiful way...
