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.