A Tourist

What a Wonderful World – Louis Armstrong

I don’t know everything. To be honest, anything at all.

I am like mosts, like a tiny little ant running after my regular sweetness, following pheromone trails as another day awaits, as the new sun rises.

Things I believe today, stuff I write about, ideologies they say, I cannot assure you, either myself, If I’ll find them relevant tomorrow.

For I have seen how quietly time beckons thought shifts.

Bur fairly, I am a tourist – unrestrained, curious, informed, mostly uninformed and most importantly LEARNING, as I enjoy the good ride of this divine, endless, wonderful space, all to the nth degree.