Time, Energy
Wasting my time and energy
Trying to find words in the air that I breathe
Mine, or at least I think
Young, unaware of love
Unaware of the nature of nature and well
I guess its nature is dumb
Dumb and I'm feeling scared
Of feeling scared I've enough
Enough of this waiting and wasting away while I waste time debating
I'm young, and all this time isn't free
Focused, unravelling feelings that don't mean a thing
Though I wonder if they did well what would they mean
I should worry about catching my breath and my dreams
Submerged by the lines and timelessness that rides the stream
Golden and Green