road to nowhere

Posted on | September 1, 2006 | Comments Off

in front of my room,
there is a road,
a collection of gravel..
potholes,and tar,and assorted refuge from people’s homes..
meaningless..coming from nowhere,going no place..
in front of my room..
the road to nowhere.

and i walk on it,
everyday..barefoot..
ignoring the stink surrounding the road,
unafraid of being the lone traveller-
on this lonely broken down road..
in the the night,
accompanied by the moon-shadows,
and in the dark of the days..
day after day,month after month…i walk..
down the road to nowhere

conscious tells me it is bad.
walking,and going nowhere is deprived.
but isnt this what i have done all my life?
i got stuck..gaining nothing..and losing most….
to this mindless inflation of emotions..
childhood through youth i have been walking
the road to nowhere..

and the heart tells me it is wrong.
and i must move on..
away from the grime,to cleaner havens..
move in the beautiful lands..
and i walk in their general direction..
there they are..not very far,just at the horizon..
down the road to nowhere.
perhaps someday,i will succeed.

Warning:The Road to Nowhere leads to nowhere.

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