On my way

A sea of green
poppy dots
flecks of yellow

Sun from the left
Breeze from the right
me going straight ahead

A glass paned front
hidden grid
home to a centaur?

Friendly smiles
hiding pain
suffering, sadness

Insecurity walks through the hall
its echos bouncing off the white walls
muffled by colourful props

Have some coffee
read a magazine
time is void here

Question
after question
after question

Watson’s professional hands
touching potential danger zones
looking for clues

The travelling has begun
destination unknown

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