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Wherever you go, there you are
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| 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. |