Race to the White House

Class was in session. The bell had rung, and we all scurried for our seats. Attention was required. The lesson was history, but when we opened the books to read about this year, we found the pages blank. History was still being written.

Bombarded by campaigns, debates, and the news, I found that I could no longer tune the world out. My mind was no longer consumed with random thoughts of what to do today but of what would happen after this year. How would the world stand? Would it once again stand tall, strong? Who would take us by the hand and lead us through the dark cloud of recession? Who would keep our enemies at bay? What would next year look like? Would it be full of promise, or it would be nothing but worry and fear?

Surrendering to the television's constant broadcasts of the possible candidates heading to the doors of the White House, I found my place on the couch. My feet curled up on the seat, and my head rested in my hand. My eyes moved from face to face, looking for something, looking for hope. Who are these people before me? How true are their words? Can I trust them? Believe in them? Would they step up to fill the shoes of those before them?

Strangers no longer, these people before me on the television screen promised change. The world would change. My life would change. Everything would change. Some laid out their strategic plans of change while others remained quiet on that front, which disturbed me deeply. How could you promise change, if you don't tell me what you would change?

Turmoil pecked at my mind as the TV exploded into images of a world gone mad. School shootings, raging fires, murder, rape, hit and runs filled the screen. My eyes slammed shut to close it out, but my ears drank in every word spoken to me from the calm reporter standing near the scene of the crime. The world had gone insane, chasing sanity behind closed, glass windows. There was no escape unless I too ran behind closed doors and wrote my world away, stirring the dreams sleeping inside my heart.