Tip-Toeing Through The Tulips

Isn't life grand, free will and all? Running to and fro this way and that eventually the mind settles down. Not always but it is something we wish for as our attention envelops the maelstrom and 'loses' it's way. Getting caught up in our own making is the way of the world¹.

As we dance our way through useless imaginings we think our progress is ever at the forefront beckoning our way forward. Sometimes the devil requires it's due. Who is it we really see in the mirror?