A plumber in my next life

I pick up the tire and walk away I no longer care I’ll just ride silver in my head I keep walking I hear someone say I’d rather be dead I notice it’s the women, the neighbor I no longer care She’ll always be alive in my head I walk past my home Walking instead towards the house tucked away deep in the woods That abandoned house is always a nice place to be It’s quiet, only the cats and me I hop over the chains telling all who enters they cannot remain I walk past the spot where the grass grows in a circular shape if your lucky a family of deer will be there grazing I walk past the front porch, the steps are falling off there's a sign that says Beware of Dog! I walk past the twenty bowls that catch rainwater for the cats the lawn chair the owners left You can’t hear the cars on the highway or the prisoners in the county jail from here The cats stop what they’re doing to look at me They ask me why I’m here I never respond but I get the feeling some of them had the same idea as me Just want quiet I walk up the back steps always remember to jump the fifth one, it’s close to death I face the door and duck into the house through the hole big enough for a full grown hound Three or four packs of food are in the center of the room The kitchen and living room have been torn of their corresponding furniture I walk down the dark hall, the electricity was cut long ago The bathroom floor is covered in newspaper from the 90’s I enter the bedroom and grab the book I left last week I sit in the chair and feel a cat rub against my leg I ask him why am I here Is their a point to purpose or did humans just get tired of despair? Can I make my own path or should I learn from those giants that pioneered? I ask the cat if I’ll ever be the source of someone’s daydreams The cat wisely disappears, it was too awkward in there I return to my book and the time goes by, my watch says its time to go home I say goodbye and walk past the sign saying I shall be trespassing and blow a raspberry at the man who made the sign. I go home and get ready for bed, hoping I’ll be something better in my next life. Maybe a turtle? Turtles are nice.