Not all of
the time.
Not even
most of the time.
Hardly some
of the time.
There’s
nothing that justifies
a
compromise
of that
nature
but there
is no alternative.
It is
expected.
It is the
set of rules
that keeps
us from tearing each other to pieces.
You’d say
that I would come to
some
different conclusion
after going
over it this many times.
But here I
stand
again.
On the same
point.
At the same
end.
Looking at
a choice
that is
made for me.
By life.
Every day.
Because it
is
the only
thing to do.
Because it
is
the given
track.
I guess
that is the middle ground
that we all
call morality.
And it is
by these rules
that we
decide which way to turn.
Then why
don’t these rules
appease the
soul?
Because
nothing soothes the unrest more
than the
things that can’t be?
Nothing is
complete.
The life on
either side of the wire.
I can’t
keep staring at this wall for ever,
can I?
I have to
get out of this place
at some
point.
And start
over.
Taking some
leap of faith.
Faith in
the fact that maybe
the unsafe
side of the wire
is
perfectly ok.
It’s not
that bad at all.
It’s just
different.
With a
different set of rules.
But maybe a
lot more freedom.
The freedom
to let go
of the
things
that can’t let go
of you.
It is not the other way around.