I'm hungry for life it's self, to experience it all. The big cites, the small towns. that natural bliss of living to the fullest. But I have built walls, these walls were layed brick by brick with each "Sorry I can't make it," and all the " I'm sick maybe next time," because when I make up an excuse to not do it all, I prevent myself from living. I can't deprive myself any longer, something has to be done. To live I must do things, I can't sit back and watch.