you think it's like this but really it's like this

circles
spirals
mazes
it's all a rat race.
we run around and around and around and around and somehow never seem to realize that no matter how far we walk we haven't really gotten anywhere.
it's like a whirlpool.
we get sucked in.
we spin
and spin
and spin
and spin
and then there we are again, the insanity spits us back out and we're back
where we started.

sometimes we find company along the way, as we make our way through our labyrinthine paths.
friendly, sometimes. hateful, more often.
permanent companions, never.
we think we're walking together and then all of a sudden
they vanish.
and we are left to wonder
if they ever existed
at all.

and so we go on, embroiled in the snares and tangles of existence, and we fight and struggle
against it, not realizing that that is precisely how we lock ourselves in.
when we let go
and submit
and drown ourselves in the troubles
that's when we will arise
new and free.

we will break free of the dreadful orbits in which we are trapped
and we will choose our own trajectory
one of liberty
and choice
and release.

28th May, 2006