Today I am looking for an answer
I want to know what I should do with my life
Which way to go?
Circumstance has been dictating my course forever
Nudging me to follow my family or my friends
Letting others persuade me into following a well-trod path
What is keeping me wrapped up?
It must be the fear of going
One’s way
Devoid of memories and voices from the past
Clear of intoxication
So who is keeping me from balancing on the razor’s edge?
Is it the orator in my head?
The speaker for the dead?
Oh no, I’ll never get him to stop talking!
So?
Let him talk
Let him create
Let him flow as a river through the empty fields of being
Thoughts are like gusts of wind rushing through the branches of a tree
Do the leaves hang on to the passing air?
What need then, for me, to grasp the meaningless?
Fish gliding lazily
through the murky glass
Stiff, dry seaweed crackling
In the willful breeze
A bright, white cloud
Imparts the gift of shade
A refuge from the summer sun
© JH, Spright-Art