I look up at the ceiling
Pondering what I'm feeling
I want to take a picture
I want to play a song
I want to paint a picture
I want to dance along
But I look back to the ground
And I'm always somewhere else
"Motivation always hits me at the wrong time."
I'll literally be sitting in class and suddenly have the urge to pick up my violin that's not even with me. It's the boredom in life.