Sitting here I feel stunted, where do I belong , I feel like in not progressing like a song skipping but never progressing, I wonder if its discipline or deception but the reception of life is yet to unfold, by everyone im told I can do greatness and that life is only temporary, but to me its seems so tedious  and scary, that it turns into the demonstration of lives and things untold as life begins to unfold, but is that what we want, things to unfold, life has been unfolded to me so many times that I've become skeptical and very nonchalant ,to the fact that my mind is only active on things prominent, but in fact life is only just a figment of people places and things that I use to know.