Heading Nowhere

in Light of Bob Dylan

 

 

Body curled in the back of a cab,

I was on my way to a forgein lab,

radio cracked and driver sad,

we were hoping to find what truth was.

 

But when we arrived there was nothing there,

no truth, no lies, only people who stared

into shopping mall windows and I asked the driver:

“is this really living?”.

 

He turned his head then took my hand

to a stool owned by an African man,

pointed out a mask the moved and told me:

“this is what you came for”.

 

The mask it spoke, said something like:

“wear me and forget your pride,

you know now what’s left to lose”.

I shook my head and refused,

that wasn’t living!

 

And as I saw people look so blind

Christmas tune playing, them marching in line

A tear ran from my left eye

and onto the book I was holding.

 

It read: No bible, scripture, Shakespeare, rhyme,

can retrieve all that we left behind

our saviour now is our worried minds

in the diaries we have written.

 

So leave now, leave before your own soul rests

in the hands of those who claim it’s best

to know what truth is and where it’s met,

truth is nothing!

 

And if you care, don’t despair,

I lost the driver, ran away from there,

then I realised

I was really living!