The Trojan Mind

Things don’t slow down. As much as I push and pull, trying to fight this inevitable force that keeps the wheels spinning, I am weak. To try to stop the Trojan horse parading around the city keeping my memories, the thoughts lurk within keeping quiet until the right moment to strike. The city never sees it coming. The Greeks pour in, destroying everything they set their eyes on. I am powerless. I can’t control the Greeks, I can’t control the spiral it sends the city into. My idle body stands aside and watches the chaos ensue. Strong as ever, the city slowly burns down. Little by little, everyday a new flame torched to the thick wood buildings. As if I could bring the wrath of the gods with clouds filled with rain ready to release. To smother any ember waiting to be picked up. As if I only could. I would let the streets run with storm water pushing the ashes to the harbor only to be met with an infinite sea. How I wish I could.