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Wednesday, July 2

The Haphazard Musing


I turned the calendar over in 180 degrees.
The month now sites on the reverse page.
And I meaningfully fulfilled nothing.
Well done.
Nothingness so long, taunting me mocking at me..
Time passes so fast. It’s a boring cliché
Tide waits for no one. Again a cliché
An irresponsible hackneyed statement.

Yet no one ever bother to really do anything, let alone change it.

As usual I question fiercely
I fire maliciously
Still, no answers.
Even with answers there aren’t solutions.
Even with solutions there isn’t enough will power for execution
Even with will power for execution there is guilt.
Thereupon I remembered my friends with appreciation.
Glad they bothered, gratified that they nagged.
Yet inertia gave me doubts.
Not them but aye.

Creases which I have to smooth out.

Balancing on a pole with nothing
Swaying to the side whenever the platform will tilt.
But never reaching the center of gravity.
Perhaps only in death will equilibrium be really attained.

*****

Then I wonder when the train station will be ready.
I vision how it will further diminish my hopes of finding greener grass elsewhere.
I picture myself working till sunset, walking home in darkness.

A situation perhpas too taken for granted by the people who gave out pay cheques.

*****

I saw the beach.
A small café by the waves, I’m lying on a hammock.
Sun tanning, sipping my tea latte, reading a novel.
Shades on, beneath a large straw hat.
I comfortably took a nap, only to be awakened by the laughter of freedom so close..
And I began to stroll along the long unwinding stretch of white milky sand.
Mingled with my patrons for a while, appreciating the kind and exotic faces staring back at me.
I concoct special tea, alongside the aroma of freshly baked bread.
Topping it all with fresh fruits and chocolate fondue.
Here,
No one questions my past, no one questions my life, and I don’t question myself.
Here
No one bothers to stay white and fair,
No ads to remind you to mind the harmful UV rays,
No commercials to induce you to make big bucks,
No lure of luxury cars nor houses,
No temptations,
No debts.
Here
I live the day by running on the beaches, wakeboarding, scuba diving,
I live to love life itself.
I belong to the sun, the sand and the blue waters.


Aye aye aye
Define dreams..
Pluck me out of my reckless reverie..

*****
irony @
12:07 PM

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