I glance up and see flowers ahead and flowers behind and here I am standing on the only patch of dead grass. I'm left only to decide to move on or move back. Which way are the flowers sweeter? Which way is the better place for me? Why is it that only where I stand there is no life? I can smell the beauty of whats ahead and whats behind, but where I stand produces no aroma. This is my dilemma.
I stand on my patch of dead grass, close my eyes and "smell the roses" hoping it would give me some sense of direction, but they open to find myself sitting with cliff in front of me and a desert to my rear, both not my directions of choice. Is there no direction for me? Am I not meant to move forwards or backwards? How I miss my dead patch of grass in that field of flowers. There is no left and and right. Only forward and backwards.
Picture by kawaiwawi
No comments:
Post a Comment