long long ago

an idea struck me

made me smile

gave me pride.

gave me wings

n i looked into the mirror.

that's all i did,

for i was busy

cherishing what i owned

and was lost

in myself.

i played with it

in my head:

how id blog about it,

add romance to it

in a lyrical style,

touch hearts, wet eyes,

connect,

bring myself a name and fame

to satiate my self.

me as i am,

i made myself open

to many more ideas.

visuals, feelings,

words, sounds,

tastes, perspectives,

name it and you have it.

the wide web welcomed me

an insect

but who willingly got trapped

in and sunk into

it all by itself.

then followed saturation

information all around,

me the observer.

too many people,

too much hunger,

convolutions, power politics,

religion, blindfolds,

opiated vents, skyscrappers,

palm islands, diamond mafia,

name it and you have it.

i couldn't even remember

that i had an idea

nor can i recollect what it was, now.

for there have been

many more like that since,

as i remain an observer

all unto myself.