What makes you bewildered?

does the sunshine falling on a dew that just learned to drop to its unknown flight, hold your attention? or do you see your dreams and hopes held, in the fast and savage world? does silence hold your attention, more than constant noise? does life seems more free in the wild, than in the souls living in buildings high-rise? after traveling so far on wearied feet, sit down, take a break, and take a few steps into yourself.

the journey of life should be small steps towards the mirage this world holds,

but an endless dive inside the self with no hope of return.