Eyes open blind

See also: Inspiration No. 528

In the park, children race around the trees. Their fathers wear beards of solitude. Their legs are tired from racing.
The city sleeps. The city wakes. The children race.

Across the city, anti-Communist rallies cover soccer fields. People walk with banners. Their screams fill the quiet streets like a lost concert.

Today I shaved my solitude. My legs are no longer tired.
And so I open my eyes.

In the park, the children race. The city sleeps. The city wakes.

I do not join the concert across the city. I do not understand its music.
The children continue running. Watching them makes me happy.
But I cannot join them. I ran my races already.

And so I sit. I do not move. No longer because I do not want to, but because I no longer know where.

When one shaves off the mask of solitude, when one rips off the lids of loneliness
where is he to go?