Showing posts with label meaning of life. Show all posts
Showing posts with label meaning of life. Show all posts

Sunday, February 16, 2020

I Don't Know Why

I'm sitting in an office
and I don't know why.
I'm sitting on a sidewalk
and I don't know why.

Sitting in a Legislative Body,
sitting in a fork-lift, sitting
in a jail cell and I don't
know why. Lying

on a road, lying on a bed,
lying in a casket and very
very dead, and I don't know
why.

Standing up for someone,
for something, I don't know
why. Standing still in
panic. Why? Nobody

knows why. Nobody really
knows why they do what they
do. Practical answers
buy time. But eventually,

the why prevails, unyielding.
And you have to sit there
and admit, maybe only to
yourself, that you don't know why.


hans ostrom 2019

Monday, July 31, 2017

At the Edge of the Road One Evening

He was quite high and making
up nonsense songs as he stood
in battered sandals on the gravel.
Dusk. In one of the lyrics he

rhymed spaghetti with confetti.
It was a mournful ballad.
Turning from composing and
performing, he asked himself

if there was any discernible
reason for humanity. He was weary
of the standard answers. He
imagined looking at the human-

phenomenon from another side
of the galaxy and thinking,
"What's that for?" in a British
accent. He then heard his name

called and listened to the familiar
voice as if for the first time. Then
it was no longer dusk but night,
what a drag.


hans ostrom 2017