prism

  What is all this for? What are we meant to do? How far do we walk to escape this trash realm of reality? “Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, And sorry I could not travel both And be one traveler, long I stood And looked down one as far as I could To where it bent in the undergrowth;” -- Robert Frost I cave in, knowing nothing, hardly seeing the roads that I can take. Falling into a pit of darkness  looking for a ray of light to fall upon me, so that I can breathe again.  You know, sometimes I feel the dark clouds gathering up, to make us dance, to rejuvenate the inner child, make us forget for a brief moment about the choices we need to make and decisions we need to take. My oh my! Who knew the rain would drown me make me swim in  my flood.  I would wait for days for the clouds to clear up so I can buckle up and go move mountains and pave ways. And when the clouds finally move, I look up with those teary eyes and smile.