As a child, the creative insights are endless as a growing man the perceptions seem to lessen it is a wonder all the insights a child can possess the question is how to get back there once again the days we embark on, tend to be shorter and limited we exert ourselves to fathom the adult awareness rather living the day we are in, we would look ahead then we cannot figure out what diminished, and we digress so we come back to what a child may have control of that we lose as growing adults throughout the years is it all the safety nets all around them and above? or is it the ravish ideas that release so many fears? that we begin to ponder as a child we once was to come to the fork in the road and attain the choice countless adults may lead to a grave, elongated pause as the child we live in the moment, and with our voice What has happened throughout all of these years ? The fork in the road, we stumble upon and wonder... Which way to turn...left... right... or remain right here wait for the moment for something or nothing to occur some may ruminate over the paths to take the diminutive and others will go along the longer of the path in complexity within the short path there maybe many memories relived the profuse one may create more pains but amid some witty today I am choosing not the left nor right but the one that is ahead of me and eventually both paths will come together may it not all be in a child’s insight but something that holds within us to see that it does not have to be such a blur living that word within your own life for just this one night in life there will be bumps and roller coaster rides crashing waves of water, but also calm breezes sometimes you just got to pass through within the tide and journey the roller coaster relentlessly, but at ease there will be a thrill at taking on all the new risks we will then learn not to trip over every bump in the night.