The empty jar…
I live in a jar, an empty jar. Although
technically speaking, with me inside it, that makes it not empty, but apart
from me, there is nothing, just emptiness.
I wake up every morning just before
sunrise, I like to witness the day starting. I tidy up my jar, do the cleaning,
and then start getting ready for the day. I work hard inside the jar, I
polish the glass everyday, smooth the curbs on the lid, and I turn it around
few times. I spend my entire day running around like a headless chicken and
keeping myself busy. By night, I lay down looking at my jar, nothing much
to stare at, so I just dream of a better jar!
Daily routine is a bad thing, but you have
no options when you live in a jar. Repetitive actions are not a good idea, but
you have no choice when you live in a jar. Having very little in your life to
be proud off or talk about is not a good at all, but you have no options when
you live in a jar. Being whom I am is not what I hoped for, but I have no
option, I live in a jar! an empty jar!
Everyday, every night, this is what I do
in my jar, although its empty and there is nothing but me, although I am alone
and had only my reflection on the glass to look at, although I achieve nothing
in my life inside this jar, I have no other option but to continue living
inside the jar… this is my jar, and my jar is my life!
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