It is a curious thing... this life that we all have and "cherish". I read Wordsworth in school and thought I completely understood what he meant when he said Child is the father of man. Perhaps I still pompously believe that i understand. But as time goes by, you become increasingly intriguided and perplexed by the complexities of life. Sometimes disilluisionment sets in.... sometimes there is hope... and this wheel goes round and round and round. Till the miles have ended and its time to go to sleep.
There are times when things appear crystal and then there are moments when you begin to question this uneasiness that is rising from the depths of your heart. What is one to do about it..? Am I still hankering on the fear of the unknown...?? Has the world really become tarnished with time... Is Time playing mean tricks?? Or is it that as we grow old, our vision that was once clear has become blurred and hazy - because of the vanity fair that surrounds us?
Perhaps i already know the answer and am not willing to open my eyes to see....
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