Fail

The grass smells real but somehow all these plastic and metal boxes don't feel that way. I sat out on my bench a good spot to think an listen. I am not sure i hear what plans to make to take and to prepare. How many times has it been that i have been seated and pondering the finer points of doing something more useful then that of the moment on hand. I wish that... a well umm ya know some things can't just be the way they are without... a good reason or goal. But school these days seems so much like a sound trapped in a closet and just bouncing around not being heard. The aspiration to attain is not as strong or as pulling as it could be. Somehow there needs to be a solution to the not so easily fixed problem. In a feild stuff is open and colorful. Take the grass and soil and there is emptiness so leave things as they are good.