As fate drags me further along the roadhouse of life, I sit strapped in my seat, trying to sip my beer.
Wondrous ways have led me to believe that every new day is unique. Still I wonder, is it really? There is an infinite amount of choices, that is a given. But where do I draw the line of newness and obscene mundanity?
The circle keeps haunting me and I am strapped to the passenger seat. Is there anything I can do?
I reach another round, another trip. The earth makes its trips and we call it a day. How do I call my round, given that I even notice I made a full circle? I keep looking back and I have to tell you, the past is close than you think!
Yet here I am, all cushiony and soft. Strapped in for all of the entertainment to behold. Trying to look forward but someone forgot to activate the windshield wipers.
In the end I blast through the universe, 1600 kilometres per hour. How am I even supposed to catch a glimpse?
Get ready with me, to start a new circle (or continue and old one?). I’ll be here, with you. Happy to see what’s coming.
Wanna hold my hand?