It crashes down like a pile of loose stones and boulders, of dreams built on a pile of trash,the crash is dusty and the dust surrounds choking me as I grasp for some fresh air to breathe.
You are an adventure seeker, what happened now?
Even seekers lose it sometimes. After all I am a human too, beyond a threshhold it is crash point!
How can you lose hope?
Oh well that I guess I should have lost long back.
I am another Dickens but the failure version of him. I came to seek new paths and find platinum streets, little did I know, little did I know, where the fittest survive the weakest are eliminated and I sure am not the strongest.
Where do I go now? What do I do?
Who am I? What am I? What am I doing?
Nothing really (chuckle)
Oh shut up!
Back to the beginning. Its a full circle.
Come lets go home...need a break.....
And so Alice decides her world will never be understood so she should never walk away from her wonderland. After all its a different view through the looking glass and only Alice knows, only she knows...
