Third exit

Not knowing where you’re going doesn’t matter if you’re not going anywhere in particular.

I went somewhere else once
it was similar to a place I’d
seen twice before,
which is not the same as being
the same,
just similar.

If I had known what I never knew
now
that I know it
would I have gone anyway?

It’s something in the water
or the food they’re feeding us
that makes us
us
and not to put too fine a point
on it,
it’s shit.

Who does the owl say twit to?
it can’t be me
perhaps it’s you.

© 2018, John Smallshaw.