who goes there

sometimes i find myself imagining that people did not exist, so i wouldnt have to deal with problems that bear me down. problems are after all, created by people, if not by the self then by others. so i imagine them disappearing, one by one, thousands by thousands, until only a handful of people are left walking this earth. how peaceful it would be, that no machines would make noises, only the rustling of trees in the cool morning breeze--not even the birds have come out of their nests yet. more importantly there would be no problems. it sure would be pretty lonely, not having anyone to talk to...but coming from me, it really wouldnt make a world of a difference. sp how much more terrible could it be if that last handful of people also disappeared? no humans...just me, grass, trees, birds and myself. i wouldnt make a very entertaining myself for me. i would just blog all day, or write on walls with chalk stone once the internet starts crashing. i would think to myself. i would talk to myself. then i would remember the times when i didnt have to...when i didnt have to deal with myself. i would realise the problems i create for myself are far worse than those created by others. i would realise that removing billions of people for me is just a very expensive way to achieve the same objective that removing myself instead would. yes, it is also more considerate that i remove myself, if only at least that others dont have to deal with my problems. there really is little need for my existence. i am but a small flame--spark even, that would not make the fire any less warm than if i was put out. why then do i exist? for whose benefit am i placed here, i wish to ask, as i have realised now that i am my self not interested in claiming it. who is in need of my existence?

on gray areas

gray

being gray is like being half-cooked, left or right where does one look?

sitting on the fence not wanting to plant our feet, a problem of all, poor and elite

when the boxes are given, we know not which from which

a choice we must make before the timely hour instead we spend on things that dont matter

so when its time to pull a switch theres barely a need, for we did not choose; we chose to be freed

from responsibility, run we must. but for freedom, in spontaneity we trust.

but those who chose they paid in full, seen as rigid... no takers of bull

lo when calamity strikes we look to them, we tear our clothes and hit the hem

they are rigid, no takers of bull, they are constant in push or pull

so being gray as good as good gets, is still a choice just dont regret.

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