Some times I feel like I'm standing in the middle of a roundabout. With the traffic surrounding me. Moving faster and faster 'til it all is just a blur. And I know I have to get moving. That I can't just stand there. I know I have to figure out which direction that I'm heading and how to get there, how to get though the traffic. At times it slows down. The blur is fading in to shapes and people and I think that now is my chance. I start to look for my exit, the way to continue my journey. But then the world turns faster again and I'm surrounded by the blur again. Everytime I learn something. I pick up some information, get a glimps of my heading and I'm a step closer to my way out. But the steps are tiny and I'm not a patiant person. And I stand here. In the middle of the blur with a growing frustration. And I wonder if life always was like this?
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