Mobius Strip

Stepping on a way because there is a one though I don’t know where it will lead me to, and while I was walking on the bright side of the way I found myself stepping on the dark side of the way. Since I am on the dark side of the way I moved forward with cautious steps, and found this time, what a joke this life is, I am walking on the bright side of the way. Although the people call the way that is straight the right way this way really confuses me, am I on the right track or not, because there is only a twisted way that lies ahead and it is called the right way. Besides, this way seems to have an end but nowhere can I find the end. There is the dust covered tracks of the bulldozer plowed through the forest felling trees, the hillside is cut and crushed to build a concrete wall. And along the Mobius strip there goes the eyeless tank stepping on tomorrow with caterpillar tracks carrying men’s endless desire, vain ambition. From the beginning of the world many mishaps occurred on this mismatched ambiguous way, it still is stretched before me, it still is going on. I call this way is the Mobius strip.