when you love someone but it goes to waste
could it be worth it?
lights will guide you home,
and ignite your bones.
and i will try to fix you.
are transient things meant to be caught?
and put in glass jars and labelled?
what about expiry dates?
im asking questions that only a child can answer, and that most likely pisses off everyone else reading it.
but hey, take a chill pill!
in France, there is a public bicycle system that is genius itself. you rent a bike for a day, but have to check the bikes in and out every half hour that youre using it. Once, my friends and I planned ourselves a city tour via bike. it was by no means the most efficient system to travel in groups by, because of the time lost every half an hour checking the bikes in and out, and also because of the distance involved. by the time we reached the city centre, most of the shops were about to close for the day. But what a way to travel! to be able to commute freely in the summer-crisp air, and interact with local pedestrians. Pardon! Excuse-Moi! Bonjour! and the elderly ones would yell back Attendez! Faites-Attention! Bonjour! rose bushes on the close-up, and wind in your face. as you got closer to the city centre, the hair-raising begins trying to skirt all the right hand drivers. the little lane for cyclists was on the edges of the road, right next to the roaring renaults and the heaving peugeots.
trying not to die was the main agenda. my bike skidded on a discarded bottle cap and veered suddenly - thankfully not into the oncoming traffic, but nevertheless a frightful scare. the knot of pedestrians that previously seemed to block cyclists from commuting on the pavement avoided my incoming bike skilfully.
but what a view! and what a spectacle we were, a group of cyclists riding over rivers and roads; against the colour of the setting sun which filled the sky and the river Rhone and Saone. across monuments and old-style Lyonnaise buildings. it was great.
Later i attempted to cycle back to the university alone. I liked to believe i was fearless, although it was fool's luck that i made it back at all. figuring i could trace the tram tracks home, i got lost at many an intersection, and was almost run over by a bus at a busy rond-point. mercifully, french drivers are given to gracious driving.
I did get lost in the end, ending up at a lonely-looking HDB area. the punks were out of school, so it was not a pleasant kind of being lost. nevertheless, I met many kind people ready to help, and other random passers-by who were not selfish with their Saluts and Ca Vas :) reached back after 31 mins, and had to pay an euro for that extra minute.
The path less travelled - no one ever said that it was a better route. i mean, theres a reason why less people travel it. but what doesnt kill you necessarily makes you stronger. even if you take the less travelled route and end up no better for the change, what you learn from this change could be beneficial in ways you never imagined.
