On a plain

I wasn't aware at all, on that run. Absorbed in your torturous ways, I was posessed by my own motion and flailings, until a gnat actually flew into my eye. Startled, I continued to run, still halfway angry at the loops my mind was making. My vision was blurring, and I swatted at the gnat, refusing to detach myself from my remisiscings about your evil chains. The world wanted something else from me, however, and sent a rabbit to appear between my feet. In my confusion and mind-clouded drudgery, I stumbled. I looked up finally, away from the ground because my face was heading more quickly towards it than usual, and realized that the trail I had forgotten to consider was ending in a step. Too late. I stepped over the edge and onto a slope of scree. There was nothing to do other than ride the pebbles down until my foot crashed into the duck pond below me. Ducks splashed and spluttered and flew away, indignant at this limby creature that had interrupted their peaceful musings. Their pond had interrupted my thoughts as well, but I suppose it was for the best. I stood for a while giggling, one foot in a pond and my head high on endorphines. My life is too great for those old petty thoughts to enslave it.