Krishna Anand Poet Free verse

Shall We Run?

I ran forever believing to be conscious to some extent
Once I realized, I was just being sentient!

Each cell of my body was tied to a very visible string,
It was just me who was blind enough to unsee
Each thread was being controlled by someone from the audience
Neither I knew them, nor they recognized me.

The race was just too long for me to complete by now
I wasn’t even halfway through when I realized
That something’s quite inexplicable
Not exquisite but unfathomable.

I noticed that the audience was classified by age
The experienced ones had their experience outdated
But still were holding most of the threads for coverage
The next gen was eager enough to learn but
Innocent enough to copy their wicked elders.

Amidst the thread holders there was a third group
They were of my generation
Not part of the race, it astounded me
They were not holding any thread, but were promoting the scissors
No runner ever listened to them, perhaps out of the regret of their wasted shoes.

I realized something
I was not at all conscious, I was barely even sentient
The race was not everything, something was parallel to it, perhaps better
Perhaps it was not for everybody, perhaps it was bitter.

At the end of the day all I could remember was that the hardest choices require the strongest wills!

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