It runs all the way through to the other side of the world.

I don’t go down there a lot;

there’s not much left but every now and then,

you just might catch a glimpse of hope (although it is quite adept at hiding).

 

I’ve always had a complicated relationship with it.

When’s it going to be my turn?

Some people think about it until it drives them insane

but I have more cogent matters to attend to right now.

 

So much mystery behind it &

a lot that doesn’t add up but maybe it doesn’t

need to. Maybe it’s not defined by descartes or

kierkegaard or some higher power that only cares about itself.

Maybe the anomaly is part of its charm.

 

When all is said and done, I’m ready for what’s waiting for

me down there. Walk until you can’t move anymore & then

accept your fate.

When’s it going to be my turn?