Just another day. Another ordinary day where you rip off the yesterday out of your head and walk into today’s shoes. Where were you headed yesterday? Are you in the same path as you were when you left it? Did you had to start from the same point or the earth has moved it a tiny bit for you? How do you know where you left the way last night in the dark? When is where in this neverwhere? Do you have to start from the same time as well? Then does it make yesterday today? Or does it make today yesterday?? Or do we have to wait till tomorrow??? Are you still walking the walk? Could you trace back the way? Not in your memories, in real? Walk back few steps before you took a turn and then would you take the same turn? Or out of curiosity, would you take the other? What mind numbing possibilities could all the turns could have lead us into? It’s not a choice you see, taking that turn. May be it appears to be so, bit it ain’t. Choice is when you know what the other outcomes might be. And there’s are no two goats and a car to choose from. You open the door and walk through it. The other doors might even be walled out or a door way to another life. But you’ll never know. And it’s not a choice for you to make. Cause no one ever tells you that the doors are even there. You just walk through endless doors, turn at every turn, every step of the way. There’s nothing more to that. It doesn’t add up to shit. Every turn you meet someone new, you shake hands and part. May be someone you know, if you’re lucky. But you part ways. And step ahead on that wire. The door. The path. It’s not a choice, it’s just your absurd life.