The downhill
On both sides of the horizon
there are two paths
one steeply uphill,
the other steeply downhill
where the uphill begins
it says life and where the downhill begins
it says death
I start climbing and I keep climbing
when suddenly, out of nowhere
another path appears,
I try to turn back
but can't and start rolling down the downhill path
I too was declared exiled,
The accusation was that my very spine
holds a spirit of rebellion
and also openly displays it
And that is why I cannot take the dust
of the great feet
But I know that is not really so
In fact, I did bow several times
But I was only halfway bowed
When suddenly
I saw at the tip of the toes of those great feet the pride of being great
I straightened up again while bowing
And came back
Whatever it may be
For now, I am exiled.
What difference does it make
whose fault was it?
My eyes? Or my spine?
I have no idea what's happening
when I open my eyes
I find myself lying back
on the same path
someone takes my little fingers
lifts me up and says
come on, start again...
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