Distant i am,from me and them,dry r my pockects overflowing are my needs.silently sitted,carefully thinking,and overtaken by wishful imagination,of how the paper will soon run to me.it aint easy confesses the nearby acquitances.the pastors believe it lies in prayers,business gurus believe its all in the smartness while the lazy and the hopefull are waiting for their day.as for me,am neither here nor there.all i want are my pockets full.