Where the Road Ends

There where the road ends you’ll find the stray notes that were let go of from your favourite song – notes that could have been, sure would have been part of your song but were let go of and it is impossible to say if the song became your song because these stray notes were let go of or if the song would have been the same song that is yours, with these stray notes in it ah well that isn’t something that need any thought at the moment neither now nor later even after seventy-three years of growing a beard inside little pots on the terrace garden of Sweden where live the last man and woman to ever live on this planet or t could just be this village where everyone wears red slippers and try to blame others for everything or anything that goes wrong in their lives – to blame others for something that causes even the slightest inconvenience to them despite all apologies they like to spew venom and so despicable they are you almost always end up wondering why and how in the whole world did you end up meeting them at all even after drinking seventeen glasses of sweetened soda your mouth feels bitter at a very thought about them and when you cannot stand even the thought of them you choose to fall asleep and dream a world where they do not exist and behind the curtains of sleep everything is peaceful – without them, without them