These are lonely years without end. Nothing is the theme of them.
Learning, of course remains, continues and insists.
But it now begs the question _ "to what end ?"
We hurtle towards the finishing line only to realize that it was just a mirror and that the path now now turns in on itself like the space between night and day or between control and chaos...like the space between two parallel mirrors and their infinite, maddening reflections.
Nothing is lost, nothing is gained - despite what the bank balance may say and inspite of them all ....inspite of the people.
People! Oh, these people - big people , little people, fat people and thin people. People in office and at home, in the streets and driving cars, selling, buying and being sold. People on television, people watching and breathing and licking and eating television. People watching TV to stay alive and people staying alive to watch TV. People in blankets and on pavements, people dying and people killing.
People... Oh, these people. In houses and villages and planets and trains. People inside the pages of books , inside cupboards, living in the walls , underground, underwater..people everywhere.People in my heart and people who won't get out of my head.
These voices and these eyes.This nauseating laughter and incessant presence.
And yet - I am alone even as they consume me. I am lonely without people.
Maybe all one needs is a person to call one's own.
Maybe all one needs is the sunlight to filter through his eyes and reflect his thoughts into the misty morning.
All one needs is to hold his hand while he changes gear and feels embarrassed
- to laugh nervously as his fingers get stuck in one's dreadlocks... to dream about living, swimming, dancing and being together.
Maybe all one needs is respect ; calls returned, messages replied to and truth told.
All I need is to somehow..anyhow just not feel so alone.
Learning, of course remains, continues and insists.
But it now begs the question _ "to what end ?"
We hurtle towards the finishing line only to realize that it was just a mirror and that the path now now turns in on itself like the space between night and day or between control and chaos...like the space between two parallel mirrors and their infinite, maddening reflections.
Nothing is lost, nothing is gained - despite what the bank balance may say and inspite of them all ....inspite of the people.
People! Oh, these people - big people , little people, fat people and thin people. People in office and at home, in the streets and driving cars, selling, buying and being sold. People on television, people watching and breathing and licking and eating television. People watching TV to stay alive and people staying alive to watch TV. People in blankets and on pavements, people dying and people killing.
People... Oh, these people. In houses and villages and planets and trains. People inside the pages of books , inside cupboards, living in the walls , underground, underwater..people everywhere.People in my heart and people who won't get out of my head.
These voices and these eyes.This nauseating laughter and incessant presence.
And yet - I am alone even as they consume me. I am lonely without people.
Maybe all one needs is a person to call one's own.
Maybe all one needs is the sunlight to filter through his eyes and reflect his thoughts into the misty morning.
All one needs is to hold his hand while he changes gear and feels embarrassed
- to laugh nervously as his fingers get stuck in one's dreadlocks... to dream about living, swimming, dancing and being together.
Maybe all one needs is respect ; calls returned, messages replied to and truth told.
All I need is to somehow..anyhow just not feel so alone.
