As spring shows its face once again and a new season rolls over, a thought pops into my mind like a cotton cloud popping into bright blue sky. Here I am with my dreams in hand ready to be sprawled into the world with confusion and capability. I am one man and one man alone that cannot do this alone. Where's the help, where's my team. For now I only have myself to work on this task. I feel like I need to get out of here, out of my bubble. I feel like my music will make a difference, I know it will. If only I could find a way to present it among people in a way that will heal and be different. I know that if I had a crowd in my palm I could deliver. My crowd awaits just as the flower awaits the rain, it's only a matter of helping someone realize I am out there ready to show them what life is, what life should be, what life feels like in the mind of Daniel Jones. I'm dying to present, in a matter of time my life will be a presentation of all sorts of color.

As the dust settles, I am once again reminded of the inconveniences people can put on a human. For now I am concentrating on my goal on this earth...a friend once told me to avoid bucket people (people who bring you down)...she was right, lessoned learned

In my life I have covered a lot of ground. I have observed such a thing by looking back on pictures throughout the past couple of years...I have observed who I used to be and who I am now...I am changing...I am growing...I feel like I'm changing into something I never wanted to be...there is good and bad, I feel bad...when will I learn? when will I change for the better?...if only I could get it together...if only I could organize myself...if only I could be what I wanted to be in the first place...if only I could, then I would...change the world like I knew I would do with what I had to offer...is what I had to offer gone? is what I had inside dead...am I dead inside?...will I ever get a seed in me again and let it grow into something beautiful for the world to see...something I thought I had growing for years...will I ever come back again full circle...will I ever make a difference...I used to have a purpose...all that remains is me...I guess that's all I ever was, just me.