Alive On The Nowhere Road

Alive On The Nowhere Road
© Surazeus
2026 09 08

One day at a time on the Nowhere Road 
I follow my heart to the end of fear, 
but find myself back where I first began 
somewhere in the middle of the world maze 
where people without faces make new masks 
to hide immortal god-soul of their genes. 

I try to find one secret tale to tell 
that illustrates vanity of it all 
as cosmic myth that explains why we love 
though we suffer indignity of pain 
that crushes us to nothingness at death, 
but indifferent nature mocks my attempts. 

Because there is no conscious afterlife, 
nor resurrection of the soul from death, 
all cases of injustice we endure 
will never be righted in turn of time 
for all organic creatures of warm flesh 
with dreaming brains will crumble into dust. 

We are Achilles, Job, and Lear gone mad 
with grief at painful loss of those we love 
that leaves us wandering on the river shore, 
lashed by indifferent storms of mute despair, 
to howl with wordless agony at truth 
that fate kills us with equal randomness. 

The daily news of tragic suffering 
through unjust death the innocent endure 
becomes one endless Metamorphoses 
that Ovid sings of bodies changing shapes 
from vibrant humans to spiritless stones, 
or writhing trees, or birds that shriek at us. 

Once I read their tales of shocking death, 
that twists my heart with discathartic rage, 
their ghosts haunt me along my winding road, 
so I carve their names and faces in masks 
on every tree on mountain of their skulls 
till our swelling sun incinerates Earth. 

I hear voice of Isaiah, that rings clear 
from temple of truth on the hill of skulls, 
denounce crimes of the rich and powerful 
while I transcribe his prophecies in verse 
so records of injustice outlast kings 
whose bodies rot beside people they kill. 

Shocked I am alive on the Nowhere Road, 
I search for you in global maze of myths 
so I can perceive and know your true self 
that blooms frail as bright flower from the Earth 
to celebrate strange beauty of your being 
before we all vanish while others bloom.