Yellow

Trudging through lonely puddles
stuck in those damn angry, yellow galoshes
when the world is falling around you
you know you're trapped
even before the debris falls.
And it takes you a moment to realize
that you don't want to move,
you want to just stay there
under the pressure of it all.
The world's greedy eyes are upon you now
and for once you feel noticed
not for your bright, yellow shoes
but for the decisions
the choices that you've made
which is how it should have been all along.
It should always be for the mind
for the thoughts that come out,
not for the attention,
or the eye-catching colors
but you let yourself fall
before you knew that you had the choice.
And as you stand there
trapped in those boots
you realize something...

you don't want to go
looking like a rubber ducky.


7-9-03