I'm tired.  My books are late.  Motivation Deteriorating, plummeting down hill with me laying in a beautiful daisy field filled with peace and quiet as the wind blows softly.  I lay down wondering when we all, just float away to either be remembered or ignored.  Will I be free or will my mind clear by letting myself dream?  I wish we would all be free, but some can only stay behind while the other drifts off, away from reality.