I was born in one city, brought up in another, and I think I will shift to a third. But I want to live in the fourth.
Where is everyone, exactly? Where are we going, and where are we looking, and where are we breathing freely? I think in this mess of places, we will ultimately end up nowhere.
Nowhere is somewhere.
“Where are we going, today?”
Leave a map and all its lines, for another time.Â
“I don’t know, we’re just searching for freedom, even though we have no idea what it looks like.”
“But don’t you think that if we ever see freedom, and probably touch it, we will never come back?”
We drive by the side of the yellow coast, we exhaust the engine in climbing a tropical hill, we almost touch our black tyres with white snow, where we touch the blue sky, and we drive through green plains and brown plateaus and over every geological landform that is there.
“Where are we?”
“You think I know? We don’t have a map or a GPS to figure it out, and I don’t see anyone.”
For I second, I thought that you were describing life and how we never know where we are. Because we all, in our own way, are lost.
It could be heaven right here, right on my knees.
We are kneeling on the golden sand, the soft snow, and because we need to stop, we kneel next to each other on the wooden floor. We have touched all hues and temperatures and feelings. Perhaps we are at home.
We could see what comes next, but there’s no need.
All I know that we keep driving. Our car never runs out of fuel, or air, or imagination. We keep on wandering, dreaming, searching, losing, and feeling.
“Do you know when we’ll return?”
“I don’t think we have reached our destination, yet.”
Darling just stop and drop, ’cause it feels alright to me.
We are lying on the beach, stargazing; we are lying on the wild grass, looking at the swinging branches; we are lying on the cold rock and looking at the blinding sun; we are lying and making snow angels and see snowflakes falling; we are lying on our bed and staring at the roof.
If this is the only life we’ve been given,
“Do you feel this?”
“Yes.”
Take away the weight, love.
“Will you remember this?”
“No. I’ll forget.”
We could be goin’ nowhere.
“Do you remember where we started?
Hey?
Are you listening?
You there?”
“Wake up! You’re late!
Stop dreaming!”