secular thoughts in monastic silence

reaping shards at the corner of a room
silent and obnoxious for everyone like the kid who's separated from the class is for the teacher
stay in control, don't cross the line and always smile even if you don't have a real reason to do it
forget about yourself, it's what you're supposed to do
it's how we built this greatness in which we live
as we die

yearning and binding memories
ducks passing without permission (as if they needed one)
couldn't have been any better or worse, there's no way to double check how would it be

push me aside and walk away without turning back EVER
i'll ride on my way as i've been doing so far
and if you dare to turn around, wow, then try to put a tracker on me for i'm pretty easy to get lost (it's one of the best things of traveling light and alone)
shouldn't have been any surprising or expected, staring as if i didn't want it to happen
on the road, walking the mile that is thought to be the last for many, where does it leads? i have no clue for sure
shadows can't be held, they linger one step beside you for they choose to