As time goes on I find myself living a life, but not a fulfilled life. I see images of people things cartoons. Taking account all my ex lovers. Just to feel as though there are people to meet. Like a library so many books to read them all. As a father it seems as though my purpose has scewed through the years. I almost don't recognize the world I belong to. Yet the youth seemed some what adapted. I question is my life's ambition pointless. Am I supposed to merely lead the new generations. After which guide them to the new life, in which to find purpose.

Do the blind lead the blind?

Or is this just the life in which I sit waiting for something I created to greet me and make it alright.

I see the beginning and the end as a spark. Like a light from a camera. It shimmers then Presto. You are at a new. Yet what if the difference between men and woman are one is destined to walk alone and the other has a guide to issue them.

Made me think.