Tuesday 27 May 2014

Precious and nil

I’ve given away of myself
though of me nothing was asked
but one step led to another
and they pulled me along so fast
it was impossible to just stand
and let things slide, flash past.

No-one threw me a banner,
neither gave me a torch.
I dipped my toes into a stream
I found and clutched at straws
I swam against the currents
I followed their heartless laws.

To follow a thread and thought
guarantees no concrete results
to get answers to make sense
first questions must be mulled
dipped toes don’t lead anywhere
when toes are simply enthralled.

Swimming against the current?
oh, I did it for the thrills
when everyone rushed down
going solitary uphill
was fun in a precious way
but precious often equals nil.