While I stare into the ocean I think about the times that I was able to get lost

in thought. Wondering about what I could acheive if my mind were able to focus.
Just as a shotgun shell rips so do I; scatterd and lost among the pines in the
dense forest. Too many times have I tried to collect those fleeting thoughts onl
y to wind up more lost than I had been.Maybe having some sort of container would
help ease the gatering.