It's cold tonight
And it's not even Christmas yet.
I lean on a lifeless pole at a secluded station, watching the cars pass by.

I shiver a little,
breathe out smoke from my dried out mouth with no cigarette on my hand,
like a retired dragon
and ponder if my fumes
contribute to the grey clouds
in the gloomy sky.

'To be a part of something bigger'
Isn't that what we truly desire.
But I am too old for this.
To compete with monsters that
breathe out red hot fire
that can burn out cities in a matter
of seconds, and can fly
higher,
while I limp,
a poor excuse of a dragon.

I sit on the cold metallic bench
observing naked trees that stand on the opposite road, leafless, lifeless, convolutions of capillaries
waiting for days to pass by.
Lush green last time around,
Now it awaits for another round.

Trees are in this way fortunate
as they can shed their past every season
while we have to carry ours till we die.

Far in the horizon, I see my ride
A journey back home
where I can rest by your side.
Forgetting about competitions,
jealousy, competence and pride.

'Maybe I am already a part of something bigger', I sighed. 'Maybe to be in peace, to not fight for power, to love, to be satisfied'

is what keeps this world sane.

© Rr