This teabag has no flavour

Imagine holding a dice in your hand
You grip it tightly, kiss it and know
That you need a six to continue in life,
Yet you release and realise,
There are no numbers painted on it.

Or those times on the beach
You hunt greedily for the flattest stone
So that you can toss and skip it through
Waves that fight against your aim
Yet nobody sees you score six bounces.

I score many goals in my mind
But my thoughts are hidden in a closed capsule
I feel so many things with my fingertips
Yet I have burnt the ends with time
My teabag has no flavour

I found a way to stop myself
From falling to the floor daily
I no longer get up again
I lay with the ants and admire
Their determination, their strength.

At a click of my fingers
I will freeze time and run as fast as I can
Fast enough to chase the melancholic undertones
Out of our lives and away from this plain.
Then I shall bike to happiness.

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Can't believe I wrote that line, so much so it is now the title.