We search for direction, a straight marked road ahead
We are lost and found and lost again, ever turning
A disorganised mess of organised chaos. Butterfly
Wings beat, one millisecond, we are off course again
We don’t see, the path is set; it’s life, haphazard….
What is it about these one word prompts? They just seem to fire something in my imagination! Thanks again to the wonderful Fandango for the cerebral stimulation ;O)
Lisa x
All About Life 