Songs of a beggar
Sometimes, dreams can ruin your life, sang a beggar raising an empty can.
Hundreds of people walked by, no one looked or listened.
I’m, yes I’m just a poor old man, blind and blinded by fate, invisible – why must I sing my pain? What sorrows do I sing?
Sometimes, time can only harden pain. Time left me begging off my dreams. Sight blind, I reach out my hands for truth.
Then a philosopher walked past me and laughed. What truth do you seek? Asked the philosopher.
Every truth, I told the philosopher. He was not amused. Nor was I.
This is a joker’s life that we live. Oh, people who can see the world, just look around you. Why won’t you tell me what you see?
A fool, I hear a voice say, a fool who sings the pointlessness of his life…
Get out of here! shouted a policeman, fiddling his gun, his hands itchy at the sight of the blind beggar.
A policeman came, a policeman came, asking me for money. I too am begging for money, sir…
There was a loud thud and the singing died.
July 22, 2009 at 3:07 pm
I have seen many a madman sell dreams…they are pointed at, mocked.
It reminds me of Nietzche’s lines, “And those who were seen dancing were thought to be insane by those who could not hear the music”
We are chaos, insane, translucent and hear the music