delusion
denial
wasted time

listening to soul asylum.runaway train

man, so much i can see, but so unable to do. i see the creativity, the enthusiasm that once was. i see it living on, morphing and growing within certain people. and yet i see it leaving and diminishing in others. the fire and pasion that once lived within no longer exists. what will it take to shake it up, to bring it out?

just sittin in a coffee shop called ziggi's in longmont.

i see youth with passion, with drive, with talent and with gifts.
i see...