Rainy Road Found Poem (RRFP) will be a series of mysterious texts that I find in the gutter on my way home from office. Curiously, I am more likely to find more of them during rain or at midnight.
“Let me weave you!”
— my time on this planet.
Mind blank, thoughts vague, and pace astray.
I am basking my hand in the light of an infinite illusion:
I was free to do nothing.
I thought freedom was sugar coated,
but this is the sugar coat.
I thought for all that in all the randomness, all is fair,
that I earned this moment of stillness.
I know when I conceit myself into this state,
the real world I will one day find it hard to awake:
And on such a day,
I will scramble.
I will implore the whimsical interweaving and mechanisms of fate
with all my might: what I have and had,
to fail to return to this fleeting moment,
when I felt I had nothing to do,
and that I had done nothing.
But I held all the opportunities.
To send oneself a moment apart into the unchangeable reality
to beg to differ,
is a killing joke the mind plays on itself.
And it’s not infinity in anybody’s hands.