Reality hits you
like a pan on the face
when you walk quietly home
or wait for a bus you do not care about.
You will feel its hit
making your eyes wet
and a sad version of your your future
come into focus.
Your legs will rebel and you will search for alternatives
from that moment on.
Job interview
You threw your ball
To the distracted crowd
And wait now for it
To be in the air
Again.
It flies back to you
Sometimes covering the reassuring sun
Covered in possibilities and maybes.
Catch.
