New, new and the new always prevails calling it a day to those outworn and outmoded. In fact ‘new’is a misnomer as it never occurs as because by the time you pick it up it evaporates and it is no where there again because what is there in sight is a mere shadow of thought with nothing visible as something materially legible on the surface. Looks ridiculous| Isn’t it? But you can’t ever undo the very REAL that is always sans being transparent. The very MIRAGE is fascinating, alluring and overpowering and the moment you try to draw yourself close to it illudes. Try to talk to a deer, if you can. Isn’t it that you are confused. Okay, I cry a hault to my own self.
You can read it as poetry of a prose; +Choice is yours|