I try to be something I want to see in others, but I end up confusing myself of what that something

Now the hard part, figuring out what that something is.

Sam walks a heavy burden upon his slender shoulders. It was but not just a short while ago he heard the news. Many thoughts consume his mind.

Sam knocks on the door. He enters as the door swings open. Sam realizes he is home.

Pondering a many queries. What does one do? Much to sift and sort.

Is there enough time to accomplish all that I wish?

So many questions...

Fleeting thoughts betray the present.