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Asphalt

Cars swerving, horns honking, I’m struggling to cross the road.
I’m not a chicken if that’s what you’re thinking.
But it would be easier to be able to honk my own horn.
Save my life, maybe.

All I see are blurry visions.
I’m not too surprised though, I was born with bad eyes.
Maybe, if I’m lucky, I might find a gap I can sneak through.
If I’m lucky...

There’s something above me.
Something that’s coming for me, waiting for me.
He’s always out there, always lurking behind every corner.
Any chance for me to get caught in his sticky web.

I’m in the middle of the road, my little heart racing.
My toes are burning at the touch of the asphalt.
I think I can see the other side of the road.
Oh wait, that’s a billboard.

There’s always a time late at night where the road is clear.
There are no killer cars racing by my weak body.
It’s this time that I cross the road.
Except, I left early this morning and I’m in the fight for my life.

I see my family over there.
They’re calling me.
My wife, my son, my baby girl.
I wish I could hug them all.

Seeing them watch what could be my final moments.
It scares me.
It makes me think about life.
My life, to be exact.

I’m very odd.
I’m not the biggest.
Not the smallest either. 
But I see it that way.

Most people think I'm just a little thing to be stepped on.
I wish I could change what they see. But it’s not my decision.

I think I'm almost there.
I can see the muddy ditch on the side.
I can see my salvation..
My shelter from this cruel world's punishment.
All I have to do is jump.

But I can't.

I'm frozen in the road.
My conscience is unable to control my limbs and move me forward.
I'm stuck.

I feel as though I'm about to perish.
I'm about to be crushed by the rushing cars coming head-on.
I feel as though it's inevitable and uncontrollable.

But it's not.
It's not inevitable nor is it uncontrollable.
I can control this.
I can survive this.

I just have to...go!

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That last tire missed me by an inch.
I'm safe. 
I'm alive.
I get to hold my family in my arms once more.

I look at the road I've just crossed.
I look at the rushing cars that could have easily taken my life.
It's at this moment that I realize something.

I realize that even the smallest of creatures can do the greatest of things.
I realize it doesn't matter my size.
I can accomplish anything.

Even if I am just a twenty-five gram little brown wood mouse crossing a street somewhere in northeastern Europe.
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