Too much time is wasted
In this world today.
Dreams are lost and thoughts are tossed
Like nothing really matters either way.
But my mind seems to think
That only I am weak
For my goal is only to wait.
Cause progress, to me, is just a cup of tea
That I resist after little debate.
Yet the time goes by
And often do I cry
Because sadness has taken over me.
But maybe someday
When the moon stops being grey,
I’ll return to that boy who had a gleam is his eye
That refused to let himself die.