"How you came to your dead end?"
How did I?
Perhaps too much of chasing butterflies,
or maybe running barefoot in hot, avid pursuit
of those looping, berserk kites
adrift like airborne serpents
in delirious evening skies.
Then there were those chimeric rainbows -
sedately fantastic illusions of dream jobs,
and loving homes with ambrosial glows.
They all eventually led to the same prosaic end,
for, any-which-way, all roads wound up
at appropriately conventional
and consequently beaten bend.
Till the chase went on, it was the same old story -
All fulfilled ambition promptly subject to
increasingly falling marginal utility.
After all of it was said and done,
every little crown lost and won,
the agony of the question still remained
no last words arose,
to which to exclaim and say Yay!
Life had me in its hook. See:?
while this is what it meant to be free: !
Fossilized in my den, I stared wistfully
at life's irrevocable loose ends
and this is how my friend
I arrived at my proverbial dead ends.
Inspired by the question in a poem by Inner Incognito at https://poetizer.com/poem/555814
Sad you are?
Join the club!
I think you'll find there's plenty of
like headed minds and wandered souls
On the path to pay the toll
But like all paths we're headed down
If stayed the course you'll come around
So pick a seat and tell us friend
How you came to your dead end.
© Inner Incognito, 2019