time is
going by so fast
what can i do
to make the moments last
moments so shaping
the memories escaping
they made me who i am today
never the same as yesterday
who will i be tomorrow

feels like it was the other day
me skating down the streets
early summer evenings
getting tucked into the sheets
mom sang a sweet lullaby
from jumping fish and clouds so high
those happy days were long ago
not worrying about how life will go
how it will be tomorrow

i miss
goodnight songs to sleep
remember those nights
where i used to count sheep
now all i do is overthink
sometimes don’t even dare to blink
because as soon as my eyes close
i see the things i miss the most
what will it be tomorrow