In my own words
I went to the mall today. Felt like the first day of high school, everyone running around trying to find meaning in something. New toys, new technology, new everything... But, there I am, riding around the Carousal. I may be old, compared to the eyes of the youth, and the stares of the confused, souls which I feel more often than usual protest in what they all seem to do. To me all I do share is but a birth year with the lot. I enjoy the carousal and it's music. I enjoy the circles I ride around. I may be overly poetic, but as I ride around this Carousal, I feel like a mime. Just, my circles are much quicker and my box is around the carousal not a grand loop around the mall. I find myself comfort with the company of classic music and fiberglass horses.