Escape

I curved my spine
And turned into a ball.
Rolled
From one end of the world to other
Till I was told it's round like me.

Escape. There's nowhere to escape.
Keep rolling, I tell my ball-self.
How many universes I've traversed
Never reached anywhere though.
Home. The mythical place of rest,
Left far behind, or maybe never existed
Yet, a summer evening lingers
With a bit of petrichor.
And voices long forgotten
Echo...
Calling me by a name
That no one remembers.

Maybe, I'm just a snail
For the universe, too slow, too small.
And yet time is but a theory
I live in the past, present and future
Yet, don't live at all.

Saba