:: The Apple ::

Everyone wanted the apple on the tree.
For days and weeks, and perhaps even months,
They have been waiting, trying to reach it, be the first to grab it...
I was there a little later, but I didn't think it matters.
Afterall, I shook the tree,
And things didn't seem impossible.

But after some time,
The apple didn't seem like it would be getting anywhere.
I got demoralised, and walked away.
Yet when I looked back,
I realised I can't bear to just go away,
Cos I'll keep wondering for the rest of my life if it could have been mine.
So I went back.
Back to the tree and the apple.

One day, the winds changed direction,
And it started falling,
Towards the direction of an oblivious passer-by who took a glance at it.
Everyone ran towards them.

I wanted to run too.
But I slowed down, looked around,
And can't decide if I want apples anymore.

Liking is one thing,
Wanting is another,
Fighting is yet another.
There are still apples on the tree, I think.
There are still other fruit trees around.
But, am I even hungry?

[ I really tried.
But nothing works. ]