But then, will you?

You remember how you got here. Don’t you? You remember being entangled in a muddle of emotions. Don’t you? Your head was hanging backwards from your shoulders. Wasn’t it? You mouth was too tired to utter another word. Wasn’t it?

Too far from reality, a sole resident in this world, not your own, sinking in quicksand.  Weren’t you? Reading between the lines. Were you? Found something interesting. Did you? The lines have grown apart now. Didn’t you want them to? The voices have grown faint now. Didn’t you want them to?

So inadvertently convinced that you’ll “get there”, you’re not moving at all. Are you? With a mere glance at every next colour, you’re having a ball with self conceived rainbows. Aren’t you? You say you don’t know what’s on your mind. But you do know what’s not. Don’t you? You seem trust your intuition, but appear to believe your counter intuition. Don’t you?

You declared to have found beauty in everything “just as it is”. Didn’t you? You claimed to have discovered content in silence. Didn’t you? But the crazy circus outside still tempts you. Doesn’t it? But this obtuse spontaneity still entices you. Doesn’t it?

If not waiting for anything. Why the hourly countdown? If not longing for something. Why the daily count up?  You’ll figure this out someday. Won’t you? And when that day comes, you’ll leave here. But then, will you?