I Wonder

I Wonder

I Wonder

I woke up one morning after a long sleep. I went downstairs and broke two eggs into a pan and wondered if it's really okay for me to cook these eggs. Is it really okay for me to eat the unborn children of another animal. I poured milk into a cup and wondered, is it really okay for me to drink this milk? The milk that was meant for the children of the cow who produced it. i left the house, half an hour later, to catch a bus to Oxford Street. Five minutes later it arrived. I got on and noticed an Indian male driver, or maybe he was from Pakistan but I didn't ask. I wondered, is it really alright for me and everyother passenger to trust this man with our lives. To trust him to deliver us safely to our destination. I sat at the back of the bus and wondered, why did I sit here? No one forced me to, there was space at the front. Was what Rosa Parks did all in vain? The bus drove on. I looked outside from the window and saw a white, middle aged, man in a white suit, wearing black shades, and holding a black breif case while getting into a black Porsche. I wondered. I wondered about how well the car had represented him. Was he about to drive off to manage a football match or to sit behind a desk and buy shares from a company he couldn't care less about, for a company he couldn't care less about, for an employer he couldn't care less about, for a pay cheque he could only care less about? Why was he driving a Porsche, it only has two seats, has he no family? Why not driving a Mercedes Benz, you can fit some friends in there. I noticed an old woman at the front staring at me. I couldn't tell where she was from, she looked South American. I wondered, why did she stare at me like that? Was it because I was young or could she tell I had a deep trail of thought?

I got off at Oxford Street and looked around. One last time I wondered, did I have any place, in this place, on this place, in this place called the Universe.