Thursday, January 1, 2009

Grime on my Windshield

Around the blocks of my home, I drove
Lost and never found, Searching for love
And that poise profound, I drove a few blocks
Around my house, My home was somewhere
I reasoned aloud, why then
Was I lost never to be found?

Frustrated – the highway was what I turned
My steering wheel around to, On I went to a
Land only whispered about, a road went there and a road
Went there, Choice was my foe - for both looked
The one to drive about, Blindfolded myself to
Turn in rounds, Whoosh - I went on one without
Caring about the consequences it held for the empire
I was to found.

Immediately the grime - my windshield found, The
Windows too and all around, Could I see? – yes and no,
Yes – to know the road from the ground, No – to
Enjoy the richness abound, What was to be done
I questioned aloud, onwards should I walk or
Drive without a sound, For the grime on my windshield
Was to stay bound.

And here lay the paradox of that devil’s choice,
What was to be done, for my windshield lay soiled?

2 comments:

SJP said...

The devil wants you to keep driving,
Reach the unknown empire unbound;
Neither care about the richness abound,
Nor the love again found,
Just know the road from the ground;
For he believes that the goal is all that matters,
Will you listen to him, or make a home on the highway ?

7ark said...

The devil has horns n it keeps poking my back with it...i don't have a choice i guess...I need to drive on w/o a sound...and i wonder who's spurring the devil in this case?? :P

btw...i am all curious to see ur writings...cheers