Winding, twisting and turning
Deeply rebellious instincts
Having fun just fondling eternity
And loving in the falling rains
Indigenous, erogenous foolery
Deeply chicane wanderings
Rapidly switching between life’s lanes
Screeching tire sounds proclaim
The haste we feel to arrive
Travelling but really getting nowhere
But hoping all the same
Does it really matter that much?
Are we aiming straight and true?
Or are our nice words so much double Dutch?
Uttered with a wasted breath
Am I better off drifting on through
Looking, watching and perhaps learning
Reaching for the eternally divine
Ignoring the passing of time.
Image: Where Heavens Meet – Freydoon Rassouli