Nothingness to nothingness

In and out the cars around the car park

Turn clockwise and anti clockwise

Until it does not make any sense.

All this wild activity, where are they going?

On what quest are their passengers

Driven to and from?

Is it for trade or just a social visit

That they come regularly to feed the parking meters?

Or to check them in order to collect the money.

It's like a saving money box.

Guessing where humans are bound to can be quite fun.

Some are with their dog trailing behind them

Or carrying an open box with their cat inside

So it’s easy to guess they are on their way

To the nearby Lort Smith animal hospital.

Others carry flowers and can only go to the hospital

While others have a pyramid of goods

To celebrate a new born baby

It's not difficult to point to the maternity.

Some are pulling a full trolley behind them

From the nearby market.

Others are just smoking outside their office

Or phoning their friends updating their network

Of their most uninteresting life.

And I look at them all from the edge of my life

Not participating in this meaningless fury of activity. 

Wondering what is the meaning of my life

Empty of achievable goals

Everything is over, in the large world.

But for me, waiting is my present.

Not being directly in charge, just waiting, nothing more.

Everyday the question is what to do?

To plan is useless. Nothingness to nothingness.

L.Bailliet©

31/05/2012