The Lawn of Myself

There is a patch on my lawn where the grass refuses to grow.
“Why does the grass not grow here?” I asked the man with the top hat.
“Ah” said he.
“their can be no new growth here until you truly know who you are”
“but how do i find out who I really am?” I replied.
“To answer that you must first discover who you are not”
“Yes, I think I am beginning to understand now, thank you man in the top hat” said I.
The Man in The Top Hat tipped his hat to me and winked before fading into mist.


Persistance

“Why must I persist in this futile existance?”
“Because” the voice said.
“You do it so well”.


Cycles

“Fuck it” I said to the cat sitting before me.
“Must I go through this life once again?”
“Of course” said the tatty looking feline.
“Think of it as a jigsaw puzzle, after every cycle you aqcuire a new piece of the puzzle, only when you have all the pieces can you finally completed the puzzle and complete yourself”

“Fuck” said I, and was once more born again.

The cycle continues.