The blind and the blurry
(A dialogue with the Cheshire cat)
Would you tell me, Please, Which way I ought to go from here? I ain’t sure where I came from Not truly, not fully The hills of my grandmother’s, Lost at the touch of my boots The river of my parents’ childhood Does not know my toes Would you tell me please, Which way I ought to go from here? I don’t much care where Modernity blurred my compass My dreams are a material mess Not true Not silent Suffocating loudly My deepest longing For place Would you tell me please, Which way I ought to go from here? So long as I get somewhere. Anywhere where I am not lost



This feeling resonates 🐯