Passive Assumptions

The day only comes when I want it too, but when will that be?

As I see people on the street, with their expressions of grimace and ambivalence. They look at me with enquiring eyes, as if too scan me and make a two second assumption. An assumption which seems to, sum me up in their eyes.

What job do I have?
How much money do I earn?
What Car do I drive?
Do I have a family?
What football team do I support?

The look then soon fades as they pass me. More important things seem to enter their mind.

When do I get off work?
Shall I go down the pub?
What's for dinner?
What's on T.V.?
Shall I phone my friends to go down the pub?

Then another person has the limelight, the whole process then repeats and perpetuates itself until you arrive at your destination with a light concussion of assumptions.

You remembered one man, he had a hard face. He looked like he could have been a World War I soldier. He was walking quite slowly, huddled over, trying to brace himself from the harsh wind but to no avail. He was stumbling towards you, trying not to use his baby steps, but trying to seem an upstanding pillar of the community. In between trying to manage not to trip over cracks in the badly lain pavement he glanced up at you. You noticed a faint desperation in his eyes. They seemed to yell out to you, No, cry out to you.
They seemed to say "What has happened? What justice in this world has made me like this, when people carry on like they do?

You tried to look away from this pleading façade, but you found yourself drawn back to it, like a young boy is to his father's gun. As he slowly stumbled past you, you finally broke your; what you have now realised was your stare.

The Day comes now. Now I want it to come.