to keep you out
of the conversations
with my mom
it's not that
I don't think it's true
it's just that I hate
feeling blue
never never never never
sure of anything
I'm wishing, hoping, praying
for the right moment
but when is it time?
is there a time?
or am I wasting
all the time away?
many say it's true
but through life you learn
not to trust
or hold on to
I'm selfish; insecure
incapable and static
and I'm running out of reasons
to keep time running
I can't
ever ever ever ever
trust the instinct till I
stop wasting all my time on us (you)
but is there a time?
a place?
stop creating spells
you can't bare to cast