I have travelled far.
Just to end up in the middle of nowhere.
Nothing to see for miles around.
No land, no sea, no sky.
I choke on the invisible air.
It's hard to imagine.
What just is not there.
This is my journey of a thousand
I have taken with a thousand first
I am not going anywhere.
I am even not going in circles.
One step forward, two steps back
is a lie.
Truth is, no one goes anywhere.
What is anywhere anyway?
I thought I came so far.
All full of hope.
Now I am on empty.
And truth is, I have not come at all.
Every beginning has no ending.
Every ending has no beginning.
So here I am, nowhere.
Just where is nowhere?
How can it exist if it is not there?
Is life just another lie to be told?
Just a legend with no heroes.
Just a myth but with no tale.
Far is as near and near is as far.
Everything cancels everything out.
What does everything really mean?
There is no reason.
There is no design.
There is no purpose.
There is no why or how.
All is in vain.
All is vain.
Why am I writing this anyway?
SCOTT DAVID BUCKLEY