“Where are we going?” 

I cannot answer, I float over the withered leaves 

The woman scurries behind me 

She struggles to keep up 

Humans are always rushing 

 

“Tell me where we’re going!” 

I cannot answer, I float over a crystal stream  

The woman curses and sloshes through the peaceful liquid 

She is the third one today to grow angry 

Humans: the only ones to be so clamorous, I muse 

 

“I will not continue unless you tell me!” 

I cannot answer, I float towards the horizon who promises a watercolour sky 

The woman gasps, realization sparking like flint 

She had not heeded the daydream around us 

Humans seldom recognize their own minds 

 

“Up or down?” 

I cannot answer, I float behind her as she peers into nothing 

The woman looks back to me for guidance 

She knits her brow at my silence 

Humans always need direction. I tip my scythe 

 

“Will I remember them?” 

I cannot answer, I float back into the abstract 

The woman turns to find me gone 

She sniffles and begins to weep 

Humans always cry in the end 

 

“Please. Just tell me if I’ll remember them.” 

I cannot answer, I float where I can no longer be seen 

The woman pleads to no one for a brief eternity 

She, at last, takes that courageous final step 

Humans never stay stationary for long 

 

Silence snuffs out the daydream 

The vibrancy is reduced to moribund greyscale 

I wait until I hear the end; I like to learn of their fates 

I return to the world at last 

Humans never spot me in the shadows