Stream of thought excercise #003

Lost in a desert, shifting sands of emotion and blowing winds of time constantly reshaping how my world looks and feels. Reflections flutter past of happy times, sad times and fleeting glimpses of times yet to come. No sense or comprehendable reason controls the shifting sand garden of my conflicted mind. Grasping and attempting to make decisions and foresee outcomes yet to pass. How many paths still await to be taken and how many have been closed off and locked away forever? The sand shifts yet again...