272 – This is not an exit

The answers
Are never shy.

They might
Look kind
And even
Embracing.

But in the end
They will always
Hit your face
Like a slap.

Still
They eventually
Kick down
Your locked doors.

Fuck it!
They all say.
It’s too harsh
And too hard.

So new
Sugar-coated
Gurus
Take notice.

Silver tongues,
Hollow words,
Flashy smiles,
A thin varnish
Of deepness.

They swallow
The bright pills
And chant,
And dance.

And keep running,
Happy little lemmings,
Captive forever
Inside easy answers.

Wisdom facepalms,
And stays locked
Behind shortcuts
To nowhere.

Buddhas
And scholars
Sadly roll their eyes,
Shake their heads,
And sigh.