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Look all around yourself,
The whole-wide world is not here necessary.
Is everything alright with
People,
Grass,
Buildings,
Cars,
Your friends,
Pigeons,
Crows?
“Yes”
Your answer will be,
And we are good, the conversation’s finished,
Checked.
But is there anything we miss?
How can’t you see that everything is
Checked!
Is perfect, everything is how it should!?
I cannot bear!
I cannot understand!
I can’t accept
These perfect features on a face,
These tidy clothes,
These gentle manners,
These every-day-on-time-order-lovers,
These ugly standards of how
“Should”
And how
“Must not”!
These framed mathematicians
Of cubes,
Of rounds,
Of ideal work,
Of everything-on-its-right-place,
Of nothing-should-be-left-not-“here”,
Of light-is-good,
Of everything- what’s-seen-is-clear!
Just stop!
Just stop these talks about
What is right and wrong,
About what should be “this way”,
About what should not at all;
“Be nice,
Polite and gentle.
Be wise,
‘Cause everything is sacred.
Be organized,
That’s what we should be.
Be slaved,
That’s how it goes today.
Do not be rude,
It would harm people.
Do not be cruel,
It would spoil your soul.
Do not name God!
You would offend creator.
Do not be thoughtful,
Thoughts aren’t to be told.
What should I do?
Do what you’re told.
What should I say?
Say what you’re told.
What should I look like?
Like everyone around.
Where should I go?
You shouldn’t. Stay around.
Why should I live?
Don’t ask this question.
Why shouldn’t I?
Because it’s right.
Who says what’s right?
Not you and let’s we finish.
Let’s finish what?
It all depends on you. Don’t try me child!
What should I do this way?
You should believe in…
Believe in what?
In what is said to you.
Why should I?
Other way, there won’t be any meaning…
Meaning of what?
Of what you’re here, because it’s not for you.
How can it be?
The thing is simple. You can’t decide on what to do.
Then why should I be here this way?
Have not you understood? You’re here for one-man-play. ‘Cause otherwise for you here’ll be no good.”
…Silence. An actor. The stage. Action.
The curtains just ran,
The decorations are made and ready.
There’s only one actor playing.
His face shows perplexity.
The play is on;
There is no other way-
He has to play in.
But what to say?
He’s been thrown out without
Any leading words.
It’s all just fine,
Because
There is a man who’s whispering.
Though everybody knows he’s here,
He is invisible, unseen,
So let him be.
And in addition,
How else the play can go?
These actors are always confusing the text!
So that is why there are some helping ropes
To drag the actor up
When he fails.
The spotlights are on,
The text and whispering-it-man are here.
The play seems fine,
The start is laid,
But look at this,
What is there happening?
I mean,
The man right on the stage.
He’s lost.
…
Have you tried to step out of a moving line?
There are a lot of them;
A line of cars,
A line of people,
A line of thought,
A line of fashion,
A line of everything,
Which’s not
Appropriate,
But,
That’s the flow;
Either you’re “in”
Or you are struck.
And that’s the very common
Truth,
And everyone knows points,
But only few are willing to
Break off; step “out” of these moving
Columns.