Sometimes I've so much to say, but it's not necessary for some things to be said, 'cause i don't want any sympathy, I already know the answer here in my head. I look to the minute, the hour, the day, the month, the year; all this things being remainders of my existence to where I can go. It's been up to me all along, and I've diverted and regressed and digressed, But now I'm finally ready. So many have been there to help, and ungrateful as it seems, I began to shun them. I can't forget that I'm still expanding and there was never anytime for waiting. My impatience has been my weakness but I just can't wait any longer.