I was one a million. No make that two. We were racing towards our goal. That's when it struck me. Why follow? I can make my own path. So I raced in the opposite direction. The rest of the fools rushed past me like lunatics. They were jeering at me. They don't know what it takes to be the leader. And what it takes to be free. After all only one or two of them will get to the egg. While I, the renegade, will be roaming free. Is that a light? Looks like I have reached the end of the tunnel. Now it's my time. Hello world, here I come.
Looks like the fog just spared my window to the street. The street lights looked liking smokers in an alley. The cobble stones were wet from the drizzle. The street dogs were busy barking at something. A breeze just unsettled the garbage can's lid. My world hasn't changed much. Everyday I look for some sign of change. Nothing seems to change. I have grown bald. My eyesight has dimmed. My kids have grown. The window pane has gathered dust and dirt. The spiders have evolved. Some old buildings have given way to new ones. The neon signs have gone. Still nothing seem to have changed. Change they say has to come from within. But then, what can come out of an empty narrow dead end?
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