I Wish I was a Snail

Overlooked and quiet, small and slow. Nobody cares for a snail. I could observe the world above me, graze in and out of the muddy, leftover footprint of a hurrying businessman for a change of terrain and a little adventure. Nobody would ask, and no one would care. I could observe, and fear, and learn.

Nobody cares for snail, except maybe on a rainy day when they stop and look. I could skid up the rough finger of a young boy and get a new perspective, just for a moment. That would be enough. I could sulk, and cry, and run, and praise. No one would know the difference.

Nobody would ask, and no one would care. 

A yellowing leaf could fall from a white bark tree and its shadow could cover me, just as an impeding shoe could step on me. The same scare with a different result. The same day, day after day, until one day my days will end.

Nobody would ask, and no one would care.