The Bestselling Boy, by Joel Freecheck

the bestselling boyThere’s always a question you can never answer.

Always simple, always short, yet never ending. 

Three words bound by remote pressure,

Begging to recall your thoughts from an untapped void.

“What’s your plan?” They ask.

“I have no plan…” I reply.

We’re all blind to the journey. Most think of the destination, the summit of all, and the beautiful end point that rests beyond the forgotten search for it. Every footstep is a dreamy haze as their gaze is pointed at the mountain’s peak, and clumsily trip over every impediment as they ascend to the top. If only they had the booming thunder high above the zenith to shatter their lucid state, but alas, all fall down into that deep dark grave of repressed desires.

“What’s your plan?” was my thunder, loud and clear, but I never listened or cared. Each step I took was a yard deeper into the pit, even though I preached about higher places I ended up among the stones. 

“What’s your plan?” They ask.

“I have no plan…” I reply.


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