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It's so quiet and the air is so still the birds fly around from tree to tree as a soft gentle breeze embraces me I've so much time to sit and think about things; about wher I am, about where I want to be and then I realize that I'm not happy And as I realize this I get a sharp kind of pain at first in my head, but then it moves to my heart I try to think more, but where to start? I look around and it's like tim ehas frozen everything nothing moves - it just all stays the same I start to see that it's me that's changed. As I grow older I have to learn I can't rush I can't force things to happen or leave them undone I have to take life's challenges as they come   one by one.