the dark streets of decay 6

it is late

a new set of clouds has rolled in

everything is wet

and getting wetter

 

including me

i find an overhang

to shelter me from the rain

so i can have a cigarette

 

i pat down my pockets for my lighter

then find it already in my hand

and laugh at how drunk i am

 

when will winter be over

and i can walk soaked in the summer rains

 

everyone keeps prescribing a cure

but this is not a detour

this is what happens

when you realize there is no purpose in action

so all my actions have no purpose

 

when i walk these dark streets of decay

i am not waiting for anything to come my way

this is all there is

and there will be nothing more

 

there is nothing i am striving for

there will be no consequence or reward

the matter that molds me is not spiritual

my consciousness will not be attached to the atoms

that will go on their way

while my body decays

 

so i light my cigarette and tip my flask

your enlightenment is a mask

without eyeholes to see

what is right before you and me

 

but let it be what you need to perceive

i walk these streets completely free

 

there is no pot of gold at the end of the rainbow

it is a myth

just like every other promise of the rainbow

 

even if we last till the death of our star

we will not have gone far

the universe will go on for eons

and then it too will no longer be

 

in millions of years we will not even be memories

even the internet has a shelf life

 

***