Equilibrium

Walking along, for so long
This way, that way — the right, the wrong
Sometimes pushed, sometimes pulled
Searching for this, waiting for that
Reaching, picking, holding — this or that

You arrive home —
Enter with empty hands
Close the door behind you
On all the roads already walked
And those yet unwalked

Home at last, you realise
But now what
Beyond your door, countless paths —
None calling, none closed
None promising, none forbidding

So what do you do —
Stay inside, circling within four walls
Or step out again
Leaving home behind
But toward what

Which way to walk —
Out of the millions beyond your door
Whether inside or outside
Your hands are empty
Life goes on
Do you dissolve slowly, inexorably
Toward the end —
At home, sitting still
Or out there — but where —
Wandering again
This way, that way

Is it an impasse —
Simply to be at home

And if not —
Do you not sit
At the crossroads of a million roads
Just beyond your door

And what is choice —
Between sitting and walking
If you cannot find
The chooser

What else but —
A fabrication
Of these words