Rainy Road Found Poem – 01

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 remorse,
to beg to differ,
to remember
is a killing joke the mind plays on itself.


And it’s not infinity in anybody’s hands.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.