wasted mind, wasted thoughts

George Harrison - While My Guitar Gently Weeps

I look at you all see the love there thats sleeping
While my guitar gently weeps
I look at the floor and I see it needs sweeping
Still my guitar gently weeps
I dont know why nobody told you how to unfold your love
I dont know how someone controlled you
They bought and sold you.

I look at the world and I notice its turning
While my guitar gently weeps
With every mistake we must surely be learning
Still my guitar gently weeps
I dont know how you were diverted
You were perverted too
I dont know how you were inverted
No one alerted you.

I look at you all see the love there thats sleeping
While my guitar gently weeps
Look at you all . . .
Still my guitar gently weeps.

It's been a great few months. Thanks to great amounts of good luck, I've been able to travel to different countries for work. I went to Chengdu, Hyderabad, Budapest, and Shanghai. All of them being memorable, but Hungary and Shanghai hold closest to my heart.
I feel I can't write. I want to but then they come out in short sentences, and feels like I'm back in secondary school writing a composition, and getting only 13/20 for marks.
I suck. Maybe that's why I don't write as often...