Boredom. What is it? Where does it come from? Am I so restless that I can't stop and take in all of the pleasant stillness around me?

Busy-body, I am. Patient, I am not. Ready for the world, always. Have you ever felt "so close, yet so far away?" That's me. Everyday.

I meet the right people, say the right things, but still I question what does it all mean? How am I supposed to use this new knowledge, what am I supposed to do with those I've met...is there even an answer to these questions that I constantly ponder? Or is the answer staring me in my face but I don't know it?

Who knows...but what I do know is that I can't stop running, for if I stay still for too long, my dreams will expire. Now that would be dire...and I'm not ready for that. My dreams are still closeby, everyday I'm alive...because though the way to achieve them seems invisible, just like the wind I still know they're there.

Right on.