Arriving Somewhere But Not Here

put one foot in front of the other in one straight line, if one foot falls crooked
then turn around, retrace your steps back and you would reach the starting line.
start from there again, as the man with the loud voice tells you to do that.
when i was in your place, things were different because the man was never there.
i remember i held my own hand and started to stroll from the finishing line and reached the end which was the beginning, but i didnt care and so and still, i was placed on the topmost stand and given a bouquet of tulips...simply because i liked tulips.
they didnt dry up for a week..... i was waiting.

you told me you have a blank page now
you think should you fill it up with words somehow?




so i tell you that
once i trapped a white flame in my hands, long ago
and it helped me to think so i never let it go.

until now, as i dont need it anymore

there is a tune in my head which keeps going louder and softer and changing with every step i take,
i'm addicted to it and i cannot continue going without it, neither can i stop
because it compells me to believe that i can arrive somwhere/anywhere..
but not here. .