Sit and pick

I sit and ponder, about all that is sacred. What is treasurable?  What can be seen but not handled? Many different angles to look from in this radient camera angle. Hmmm shall I go to classes tomorrow…… I think not. It’s very hard to stay focussed these days. Patients grow weaker by the moment, weaker in the sense that I have no ambition. My only ambition is music, yet I still lack motivation. There for I feel a sudden quote by Mraz, “I’m just a curbside prophet with my hand in my pocket and i’m waiting for my rocket to come” Some day, just some way, I will speak in a glorious way. So I can only hope. Stay true folks, take care.