piece of mind 07

Oily

Life is
slippery,
at best
unpredictable,
while remaining
as original
as our sin

Wet path,
will you (or I?)
slide along;
choosing
emotion
over ratio;
overrated?

“Oh, Come Along!”
It’s a short walk,
you think?
Life is
slippery,
watch your step
by step
as you (or I?)
chase a distant
dream
a little dream
(of us?)

Go or no go?
A silent answer
with no meaning
anymore,
when the path is
inevitably
closed.
Open
Sesame
wouldn’t work
once again

“Oh, Come Again!”
a solitary voice
from behind the door
shouting,
a remote
conscience
crushed
and crashed
a look outside
the window

Go home.
(Where to?)

Life is
slippery.

Oily,
definitely
(sure).