Am I an open book, allowing people to ruffle my pages a tad too fast?
Am I a shallow pond, where thoughts stay afloat, without deeper meaning?
Am I the touch-me-not, shrivelling and unaccepting, always on guard?
Life takes you through meandering roads, where every halt leads to introspection. In each wrong, there emerges a right. Sometimes, all it takes is for you to step out of yourself and view the world anew. Questions find answers, somehow, somewhere.