My thoughts are getting older
day by day,
minute by minute,
second by second.
They are getting older and
I can see them fading away,
my vision is getting blurry,
my feelings are shattering.

Slowly my thoughts are getting older
and I am losing myself.
now I need you to find me because I am in darkness and I learning to love myself there.
but still, I hope you to see through my smile that,
my thoughts are getting older
day by day,
minute by minute,
second by second.