Lets wait here, for our lives to begin
Swimming in a pool of callow memories
Stealing a drink from the fountain
And pondering what we’re waiting for

We float and let the days wistfully pass by
Never acknowledging our discontent

We reside in the paper towns, fragile and light
Holding our breath
Anticipating, anxious for the breeze
To blow us away
Before we get the chance to figure it all out

-Taylor