As full and bright as I am, this light is not my own.

Where am I?

spinning, spinning on this spiral hangonhangon.

I'm in deep, deep in this life, so entrenched I can't see beyond my ownfrontdoor, see how none of this is of 
any 

consequence.

Will I learn to push the envelope in my own mind and clear the fog, will I ever be able to be alive beyond the simpleness of this one life. This one life, so tiny, so brief a space in time.

Round and Round we go, but the horses never fly off the carousel, never spiral out, hit the ground running.

lets RUN.

S.