Naked and deeply calloused feet upon a concrete highway, no beginning or end in sight, the sun rises on one end and sets to the other, to a 'better place' it leads they say as the shuffle, ever moving to their destination that is never in sight, crammed together like the proverbial sardine they don't even realize that they could not stopped if the wished too. Billions upon billions of lives dragged along by each other, ever moving. I see those few who have the awareness to try and stop get crushed and killed beneath the feet of the rest, the do not do it on purpose they say, they had to keep moving or die themselves, they do not want to admit to having never considered stopping, I doubt they even understand the concept. They can not admit to the fact that they are not even really moving themselves, just being swept along the movement of man, no thought or consideration to what it is hey are doing, just moving, to this 'better place'.


Everything is in dark sepia, washed out, no real color, not that anyone knows. I see lives created, loves found and lost, families formed and people pass away, all while being dragged along. We all huddle away from the edges, there is a wall of rain obscuring almost all to the sides of the highway, there are periodic breaks tough, small muddied paths that lead to nowhere that can be seen. some who have been pushed to the edges of the huddle of humanity will occasionally step off, no one stops, but many turn their heads to look, what they see is a red eyed person, tears streaming down their cheeks, arms waiving frantically at the move crowd of humans that can see them, they are quite clearly yelling or screaming but nothing more then muffled noise can be heard beyond the roaring of the wall of rain, some people claim the can hear a few words, that they are calling to be saved, to be pulled back to the crowd, their families, friends and the flow of man. soon they move out of sight and the mass mumbles about one more crazy person lost.


I fear, as am on this edge myself, I have seen many step off, many more then huddle would suspect, condemned, left aside. I am pushed and shoved, dragged along, no time, no chance to stop, god forbid I take that time for myself, that time to think. closer to fringe of humanity I get, pushed to the edge by my fellow man. Keep moving, keep going, traveling to this 'better place', that no one knows, but they say it is not here so it must be better, don't think, move, dragged along.


I now move on the outskirts of the mass of humanity, constantly dripping from the spray of the deluge of water falling beside me. It is brighter here, or the mass just seems darker, I now know that color is missing, I have seen it in the gaps, such contrast from the crowded people, that faded and washed out sepia. they still move on, dragging each other alone, a single moving entity, perpetual it is movement and it's insistence to continue on the concrete highway.


There is another muddied trail ahead, the last one left dirt upon my calloused feet. The entity moves on, billions of trudging souls drift by, unaware of even themselves, but each one stands out bright to me now, a star in that sepia background. I step off, I run for the first time, my space, my time, my choices. I stop. There is color, there is sky and grass, and trees, there is a breeze, I turn to look back at the concrete highway. The softness beneath my calloused feet brings tears to my eyes. Eyes that grow large as they see across the horizon, the concrete highway runs in a loop, it's own darkness obscuring the view of itself. I flail my arms and yell, scream at the circling souls “This is the better place” the few I see in the break shake their heads and move on.