The world is an open horizon.
Limitless to it’s own infinity.
Still the world seems to go nowhere sometimes,
as the paths on my way get blocked.
It feels like the world is expanding and
I am at it’s periphery.
Being pushed. Being sided by the selfish inflation.
All I can see is a single path, as i walk on it.
Not sure of where it’ll lead or
where it’ll end.
Hoping that a new branch will show up.
Even if I hit a dead end,
I’ll be pushed into it’s boundaries.
like a screw pushed into the wall with a mallet.
This post is in response to the daily prompt- Mallet