Samsara Poem by Shirani Rajapakse

I’m bored with this life.

Can I go home? But where is
home? How do I get there? Which bus
do I take? Do I fly instead, or can
the road take me there through
its twists and turns? And if I fall along
the way will you lift me

up? Give me new shoes and food

to eat and a place to stay. Will you come
with me, or do you stay behind?
Alone. I could do with some company
on my way there. To nowhere. To
where I don’t know. For I
cannot read a map and you can.

It’s as simple as that.