Road trip back to yore

While all else are over-speeding thinking of their future; here I am committing counter-flow.  It’s dangerous I know. But I have to get back there.

In this life that projects cyclical and sometimes cynical events I had picked a few scenes and wished they recur today to suffice my simple fancy.  

Will a particular yesterday come again?  If it won’t perhaps, I can.

I was once among those who were speeding on the highway of life. The only angle I knew was that narrow breadth between my left and right side mirrors. The road was my only horizon. I never yielded. All I knew was that—I was fast therefore; I was great. To me, slowing down was never an option.

Now, I’m going back even though I might bump head-on to somebody else’s principles.

If ever I would-- let me pay its price.

TO BE CONTINUED...