The indecisive
Sat and watched -
The world blurring like a high speed train.
They had no courage to buy the tickets and hop into one.
They had no magic left within to count the bogies.
They let their very existence fade -
Like the train.
Except that they were not like trains.
They had no destinations in mind.
They did not even have any planned stops and had no timelines to keep.
Some said they floated like clouds.
But clouds hover in the sky for a reason.
They even break and let the rain drench the soil -
Sometimes soul too.
The indecisive cannot be broken.
Because a shattered piece cannot be broken again.
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