just Before
she approaches the counter
to scan and pass
she hears a sound in her head:
‘Don’t take the short cut
because it is convention
because it’s easy
because it’s top technology
because it pleases the tired body’
…
because oh because
kinda excuses
humming and rhyming
different ways
of sayings of a
‘that makes sense’
all meaning the same
sung in a metropolitan opera
by the inhabitants
of this city
makes you up or your body
decorated by a lost lamented self
in a brand new glittery pack
made of your shell
empty inside
belongs now
to some stupid force outside
made existential by the soul sellers
visible to soulless just
you as much as of theirs
and by their approval
need to cross
scary landscapes
to accept the glittery pack
until and if and when
you can witness
to forgive yourself
and that only when
you’re back
to yourself
again
once more
sadly
lost it all
at the end
of your life
standing still
at the start
of your life story
just
like I
but
who cares the I
if not I
your lives inside
gone
while years erase a memory
of the futile
search
which could never become like
theirs/
promises /
illusions
so think twice
before you scan and pass
Compared to your heart’s road
how long that short cut really is
when you are so far away from yourself.