I'm losing your train of thought Watching my mind get caught Up and eternal breeze Talking amongst the trees
Cannot find the words to use the thoughts that I would write Over-analyzing how the leaves eclipse the light Constantly find meaning and naïvety inside Lost within my wonder as the day turns into night
All of the mysteries Complex discoveries Hiding in frequencies Keeping the mind at ease
Staring at the sky while you are blurring out the line If the colors and the shapes were clearly more defined Thinking on a concept seems like adding off the course Writing to myself then later questioning the source