So there I was
There I was
A destination, not The destination
A point on the line of life
Looking forward across the ray of the future
Questioning the Plane of choices
The degrees of change in the path
Life is a curve
Questioning the Box of existence
If there, there was,
outside the box
An Answer
How could I reach it
Existence curves back in on itself
Some Sick Cyclic circling
The tracks all avoids the walls
The curves all arch away like frightened children
One would need to be derailed
launched, free-reigned
Through the walls
Only outside do we see
the purpose of the system
sanity to the cycle
Answers are for the derailed
for those trackless, flying, curving points leaving lines and projecting rays
but the answers are for the derailed. the dead.