Running Down South

North is too perfect and precise
Where mankind strives and tries to reach yet no being  ever conquers
North is too clear and unclear all at once
Is rational and frightening
It's obvious and condescending
South is stubborn, messy, foolish and unforgiving
East is a choice, a detour, a deviation, an unknown road that may lead to nowhere but to an undiscovered ocean of nothingness mixed with everything
West poses yet another question, west is no longer a choice but a last resort, a road full of hope because every other way failed,
and when west reaches its inevitable end point of becoming a desert where nothing will ever be found, not even a way out
You'll have no choice but to run down south, where you'll fall into the same puddles and traps, and laugh over the same jokes and scenes
Where no insomnia of uncertainty will haunt you again, but an infinite boredom of madness
Expecting to find a different road, a slight detour, a hole in the ground, a new way to anywhere else but this well known yet unfamiliar place
 Running down south.

Reviews

[zainul]

I enjoyed the riddle.
Love the special write.

[Rene Salinas]

The humour that runs throught is really enjoyable and makes for a vibrant appreciation. Although directions may be geographical your interpretaions is of lived moments and every moment lived resounds with a convincing and heart felt tone.
Thankyou for this offering.
(Muchas gracias)

[O'Helloron]

Congrats. This is my first day here, and this is the best piece I've read so far. There's some good technique evident. I would personally have cut restating the title at the end of the poem, but my opinion counts for nothing. :)

[A. Amos]

Very interesting my friend and enjoyable read...

[livetowrite]

Great work thanks for sharing.