I wonder if people are like walking; so present and still felt whilst absent

And I've heard "you spend so much time alone" well at least I spend time with someone; alone is not alone
And I've been counting up my good days to the very minute and there still aren't enough

Still waiting for the seasons to change; been stuck in a never-ending winter and I am not my seasons anymore

I am the trees around us that are okay in the winter and that decay once in a while and I am the seeds that come once in a while

I am not time I am human and what a beautiful time to be alive when you're alone and food goes away so fast I believe that if we count our good days we will be content

And I know that I am loved but that is not enough