Dig a hole
And bury yourself in it
Let the bystanders watch
Let them latch to each other and talk
Who gave you the right to dig your hole?
That’s not how the wheel goes
Listen to your fears and settle
It’s a fool errand, the ensuing thought is an error
There are already similar holes
Why you still pursue?
What you get out of this futile endeavor?
Get in one of those
Be content and be settled
Soon you will have moments of regret
Then what?
Soon you will roam the earth all alone
Then what?
The question, which persist is, why now?
It’s already dawn, dust has settled in the lawn
But you don’t bother
You don’t tell them
You keep digging
As you already know, deep inside the ticking clock has told you
What works for world
Not necessary it works for you
Give it a moment’s thinking, I see the head nodding, you know it’s true
It might give you bronze and silver
But what about the fools’ gold?
The gold which one must find
As that’s what it defines
The gold for being a fool
As and when
You’re foolish
You become you
Foolish to believe in yourself
Foolish to see the world from your own two eyes
Foolish to break the wheel
Foolish to dispense all the imposed belief
As and then
You will be free
Free from the shackles
Free from herd
Your words will be your words
Your thoughts will be your thoughts
Your actions will be your actions
Be ready to be mocked though, called a joke
Joker in a the mad hatter act
Going down the rabbit hole
Where you have to find your Alice
You have to drink from your own chalice
Enrich yourself, you owe it to yourself, to get out of this rut, this malice
So keep digging
As nobody can listen to the sweet whistle that trains away to your heart
How can you describe the music which burns you, paint your canvas, your art?
The gut tells you
The subconscious tells you
Listen for yourself
Don’t ignore
I am here to bury myself
I am home
