glimpses

if you had the choice

(and this writer is not saying

that you have any choice

whatsoever---but for the

sake of getting to the end of

this piece…)

to wake up tomorrow

morning &

cash out everything that you

have saved, buy a ticket to

anywhere else, with the

foreknowledge that when you

get there, that you would have

a brand new identity given to

you & that with that new

identity, you’d be able to erase

the whole of your past in one

clean

swoop,

with the present to live out as

a blank slate, one whose future

was indeterminable as the last

but whose beginning was of

your very own creation---

would you?

 

in this hypothetical

glimpse of escape, in this

hypothetical glimpse of a certain

kind of hope,

just what does it say about you

in your present real life?

are you happy?

could you be happier?

are you angry?

could this solution solve your

anger & keep it from exploding

into something much worse?

are you alone, rejected, feeling

hopeless?

could this solution change all of

that by erasing all the mistakes,

all the bad habits, all the errors

already made &

set you free on a new path of

your own making?

 

if you think you can just walk away,

you will be accused by the intellectuals

of relinquishing your responsibilities &

turning your back on society---being one

of “those” who add to its deterioration

through a blatant nihilistic thought of only

the self &

if you think you can just walk away,

you’ll be told by the faithful that only

those with the permission of some 3^rd “holy”

party, are allowed to walk free

&

you’ll be told by the state

that if you do this, you will be watched, you will

be traced, you will be researched & filed,

you will be sought after whenever a calamity

arises, which might upset that delicate balance

of the status quo in the empire’s belly---

but alas,

these thoughts are still yours,

these wonders are still yours,

these ambitions are still yours &

the peace inside from which you may

one day act out your most beloved of

journeys,

is still yours---

be well.