floating to beach
any destination
a coconut
amid ocean
that can't leak;
white heart well oiled
starting to rot
before its roots soiled
before its head buried in the sand
it's all poisoned
nothing to blame
in all seasons
shaking its brain
busy with self-importance
walking on a path so ancient
the blue sea in a big bowl
heated by the sun so bored
here the moon glows purest
maddens the restless wavelets
life is a game
a brain game
a long long game
so long and so much pain
just play the floating art sanely
nobody shuffles the cards
only insanity
choose one of the paths
all directions;
little turtles crawl
by instinct
never to be seen again
toward the ocean
with its ancient trails
neverending
win or fail
on a golden track
don't want to look back
don't want to look around
don't want to look forward
now
all the great journeys
started with the first step;
so were the not too bad
and the not too funny quests
led by the first steps to the farthest
at the first opportunities
where is it gonna be?
fate - empty are ambitions
hate drawing in the sand
persistence building a castle
grain by grain
like a monk with no expectation
winged;
counting the wing strokes of birds will be more fun
a buried head sinking
deeper;
it is all
the future;
infallible
burden on both shoulders;
No path ever was straight
curvier than ever against expectation
predictability and certainty anchored
tiny ship amid ocean
sea level rising
where am I now?
(nice picture - thanks for all the pictures I've borrowed so far!)
