I remember a time….

I remember a time when the sun used to set over a mythical land, where I would venture out to the open plains of the East and the towering mud castles to the west, to the Great wood to the south all of which I was accompanied by my faithful beast , a stout wolf . I once had in my possession a clear view of how things ought to be , but now the sun has set too many times and now my mind has become full of fog and the projections of other’s views and how I should be calculated, predictable, dependable, busy, shaped to fit perfectly into a catalog. I have just recently uncorked the bottle of my youth and am now tasting of my early days, I shall escape…I shall escape home..