I am walking in a dark alley.
Nothing moves. Everything is still.
And then in the still world
Comes out a green snake.
He is a scary snake.
He comes in front of me.
His sharp tongue is shaped
Like the letter V and as red
As the blood that is getting
Pumped out of my heart
The moment I see him.
Don’t panic. Don’t panic
Were the words of my soul.
I could stamp the ground.
It could scare the snake away.
But what if because of the
Fear, it pounces on me
Like a tiger pounces on
A rabbit. It then may even
Inject its venom into my blood
Resulting in my death. No chance.
Well, no need to panic.
My soul assures me.
An animal only attacks
Another animal if it is harmed
I didn’t cause any
Harm to the scary snake.
So I walk backwards as fast
As I can. If the snake comes
After me, I’ll stamp the ground.
Lucky for me, he doesn’t come
After me. I’ll never take this
Road ever again. If I do,
The memory of this incident
Will haunt me with the imagination
Of the snake. That is even if he’s
Not in the road.
‘Cause I’ll be thinking
That he’s waiting in the still bush
Waiting to pounce on me and scare
Me so that I get a heart attack.