Times and Tales

I think many things, each new day. Each step, each stride, a question? An answer. What they say is true. So many to choose from, none that i want. A few that shine, more that don’t. Who now? What? Step by step up the stairs. Am i going too far? What was i thinking? Back down again. Should i? Why not? No, it’s too early. Feels good though. Feels very good indeed. But i don’t know that. How should i know that? The first was a joke! The ugliest fish caught in my net. Speared it though. Nice and proper. The raindrops came soon after. One by one by one before i finally gave in and went back inside. Shelter, warmth, lack of rain? I like that. Hmm…can’t resist it. I went back out to fish. But fishing, i’m no expert. Someone threw a pebble at me. Missed though, fortunately. I turned to see who it was. My, my, what a playful pet. I stroked its chin and gave it some food. Doesn’t feel right though. How? What am i thinking? What should i think? What is this? These few seeds which grow at different paces. Red, blue, yellow, green,..and perhaps 1 more. The red one’s the largest so far. I naturally pay more attention to it. And how could i not? It’s beautiful flowers calling out to me…water. You need water? I look around me, a barren desert. What now? I don’t have anything to give. Slowly, the flowers lose their shine. I walk away.