Telepathy - by Antonia Blade

Languidly, I slip through the crowd, showcasing a taut atmosphere.
Sorrowfully, I learn that I’m the only one who don't know the strategy.
Not knowing if that sounds boring, I’m holding a book in my hand,
While the nonchalant crowd, not even making a teeny bit of sound, are all ninja-like soldiers.

While leaping across the ditch and walking along the street,
I flip over the pages,
depicting the splendid adventure of Alexander,
riding on the cool chariots, running towards me...

The soldiers are acting strange and weird,
coming forth in front of me as a straight line,
looks more like some incapable,useless fools that is undefendable.
Finally, the chariot pause... the bus stop.

On the bus,
I try not to fuss,
but with their synchronized demeanor,
I am cut out of the whole sphere.

The soldiers seems to be some marble statues,
Crossing their legs, striking the same beauty in the god-like pose.
Sucked their ears with a stylish eardrop, and
fixed their gaze in the device without a pause.

The long-awaited merciless war has eventually started.
Exchanging the battle formation, in an incredibly fast speed, not the soldiers but with fingers.
Not only until the game is over, will they ever wither.
Their actions are done just like a cycle, the game is unstoppable.

Not turning again to look back, I get off the bus.
I know, if I don't, there's no second chance.
Once again, I am drifting in the big crowd.
Going against the trend, facing the whole that is walking in the opposite direction.

Soon, vehicles too, move as the crowd does.
Disappearing in the dense fog, just like a mystery.
Until they are all gone, I lean lightly on the wall.
I, am rejected by the rest of the world because of their telepathy.