We have twelve minutes to write something... What do I write?... My mind races, I always have something to say, but nothing is coming. My mind races, I always have something to say. Life is short why not say it? Why not get it off my chest? My mind races, but do I have something to say?... I say I'm good, but does that really make me great?... Me and my friends are good together, but does that really make us great together?... Does being good really make you great?
