Headless chickens
3 juli 2005

Aren't we all just
headless chickens?

Running around, picking at eachother.
Fooling ourselves: there might be
a truth.

Going nowhere: there is nowhere
to be.

But pertaining that foolish and
utterly strong sense of destination;
yet still there is
not just a hunch of direction.

I guess most of us are lost
without knowing it.