deep is not far, only if we travel.

we are all constantly explaining,

explaining things to our own selves,

explaining to others.

too many things.

and fleeting explanations.

if we chose to explain anything in sincere detail,

and we begin,

some shall exhaust explanations faster,

some shall continue until the listener exhausts,

and both shall certainly reach the end of the concrete road of reasons,

its called the been-there-done-that end,

many retreat from here.

and if we apply a little bit of will to travel further,
there shall start an earthy uneven road of existence,

and we shall say, "who would live here anyways?",

"doesn't look domestic, or ever discovered !!!",

and some shall retreat from here.

and with little more will,
we shall keep going round and round,

and either get lost or reach the place where we started.

and some shall retreat here or retreat from here.

next time, while explaining anything,

we can be humble about our shallow swims,
shallow not because we want it to be so,

but shallow because we have been conditioned so,

as scooba is a skill which takes time, and its private

and it does not go far, but deep.

and our races are to go far, and not deep,

but deep isn't far,

only we are addicted to our races.

some times during the day,
if each of us go deep into anything...absolutely anything,

we shall discover that it’s a rabbit hole to everything and nothing.

everything can explain everything.

we chose to explain some things with some things,

hence the endless chase and ...