There is not enough time, not enough moments were we can think of the solution. Not enough minutes to waste one the important, always sidetracked in the present. Things wanted to be done, but lazy and under equipped to get them finished. Taking time to practice yet quitting because embarrassed about the mixed results. How fickle am I to become lost within my own head. I need a map, a light, a compass to my own heart,mind or otherwise life...how embarrassing to lose yourself to your own self. Will I ever lose what wants to be list and not what is leaving me weak and vulnerable. I can only ask myself that and search myself for what I dearly miss. My love for my future to come, dreams to come true, magical powers to acquire, power to live and protect, and a generous flow of high income. There is just not enough time anymore, especially when you think cutting sleep from the equation is a good idea. Sleepless nights can only go on for so long before you start to think concrete starts to feel like feathers and you wake up at twelve am living the night sparrow hours deprived of good tv...