Uncertainty invites all sorts of monsters into the soul –
Fear, irrationality and regret.
But perhaps most troubling of all is curiosity –
Curiosity of the reckless sort.
Quietly, reassuringly you’ll be led to the places of your dreams.
At your feet you’ll see the black sea and the rhythm of deadly waves –
You’re at the edge of the cliff you dream of every night.
An endless expanse of unchartered nightmares,
they all end violently on the silent rocks below.
At your feet are a thousand different lives –
You’re at the fork of every road you’ve ever walked.
Here’s your chance to walk the road not taken,
where all your unexplored dreams lay.
At your feet is a choice –
Curiosity has invited along the angel of death.
You wonder how you ended up looking for your dreams here.
Then you remember there is nothing more certain than death,
in one small jump exist all your dreams.
I wonder sometimes if it’s strange to be so curious about death. I’ve never seen death as a means of escape or anything of the sort – I love my life, family and friends too much for that; but I have wondered what it might be like to just stop for a while. I can’t even fathom what it’s like to be pushed to the point of wanting to take your own life so this is not at all an attempt to understand suicide or its motivations. It’s just that I’ve had moments of curiosity as a car sped past, wondering what it might be like to just step out onto the road and fly across someone’s windscreen. It sounds rather morbid when put like that but it’s simply a feeling I’ve wondered about putting into words and so I wrote some words.