The Answer Sits in The Center that Knows

I feel like we go around in circle hoping to meet in the middle, always seem to be on the edge wanting to meet in the middle. One day we will connect in the middle there we’ll create the magic concocted in our minds-what is it that prevents us from this connection

I cannot say. But priorities floats above the things we put of and put off, years only slips through the tiny opening we call tomorrow’s- task to be done.