A problem i posed,
as i sat thinking hard,
about when people say they go on vacation,
to get away from themselves.
I tried and i tried, and i walked very far,
and realized that,
where-ever you go,
there you are.
I tried to escape,
from myself many times,
by running as fast as i could,
and faster the next time.
But i couldn't seem to get away,
because once again,
i was where i stayed.
I took a car,
and off i drove,
as fast as i could,
until i had to pull over.
I got a large ticket,
and frowned with displeasure,
then i flicked the cop off,
and then this time i measured,
how long it would take,
for me to escape,
the person of me,
that followed in my wake.
| I drove even faster,
faster than before,
and crashed into a signpost,
and slammed to the floor.
I rose up and above,
the car that was smashed,
and saw my formal self,
all mished up and mashed.
I then realized,
by looking at myself below,
that i had escaped,
my form, low and behold.
I am now seperated,
forever with shame,
from my body and mind,
to which i have lost claim.
I solved the riddle,
i guess thats a plus,
amidst all the pain,
the blood and the puss.
Where-ever you go,
there you are.
Its better that way,
much better by far. |
