DEAD ENDS
Dead ends are very interesting
though there’s nowhere to go or
any place to land up, unless you can
fly or dig by hands to get somewhere.
There’s only silence, which is calming,
but also threatening. The silence is only
a sign of doom is the real feeling. You can
turn back, but that would get you back to
where you started the goddamn journey.
But your mind starts crawling, because
you just can’t stay at one place, the mind
is a rock traveling in space, in vacuum.
The silence is now very annoying, and you
want to do something, get out of the damned
place before you become a lizard’s sawn off
tail, wiggling and jumping in silence.
But you realize, that you won’t become a
lizard’s tail, because you can’t grow back
what you’ve lost, so not remotely possible.
The paradise is found in empty places, if
you choose to find it. Can I search for things
in an empty trunk? Can I tell others to search
for something important in a trunk that has
nothing but silverfish from old books? Not
that the silverfish have any significance in my life.
I have to get going now, somewhere. But where do
I go? There’s nothing but walls around me, and
I cannot go back now. I want to progress, which
must be the real purpose of my life here on earth.
Such a heavenly planet, and why do they have
bloody dead-ends and cul-de-sacs? Why not
open roads everywhere? Oh, yes. You don’t
always get what you want, I forget. Such a funny
world. Such a mirthful place to be in.
Oh, come on! Wasn’t I talking about dead ends?
I’m still stuck, let me not stay there. But how in
the world do I progress? It’s not plausible that I
will fly. Nor do I have the equipment to dig to
the other side. Then, an analogy flashed. I’m a
Tuna fish inside a tin can, trapped and alive.
I cannot get out until someone tries to key the foil
and pry me out of my trapped world. Nor can I go
back to the water where everything was pure.