When everything seems...

This running seems never to end.
Wander aimlessly,
Be pulled into a current,
And run...
You tell me I'm running away.
But,
Why don't you??

And then again,
After having run for days on end
I always reach a dead end
Without an exit,
And no option of returning -
There's simply no About-turn in this game.

Stuck!!
Stuck in the quicksand of meaninglessness
I'm still searching for the escape,
Not just for me,
But for you too.

...

sentences
trailing in the wind

kites
bound to the ground
with their strings flying instead

masks
turned inside out
revealing
the very emotions they were meant to hide



(No, I did not make a statement.)