Crossroads

He wakes before dawn
Showers and puts his clothes on
Sits and checks the news
Searching this small world for clues
Searching reasons for his existence
The gate to death reading “No Admittance”
So he rises up and heads out the door
Wondering what the hell he does this for
Feet walk down the darkened street
He gets on the bus and takes a seat
Headed to work for another long day
A shitty job with shitty pay
Off the bus he watches the traffic
He starts to walk, its automatic
Tires screech and horns start to blare
He hears them all but doesn’t care
His body is broken and thrown to the ground
Smiling serenely without making a sound
Blood starts to pool where his head hit the floor
He doesn’t have to worry anymore