| I'm losing your train of thought | |
| Watching my mind get lost | |
| Appended to the breeze | |
| Talking amongst the trees | |
| Cannot find the words to use | |
| The thoughts that I would write | |
| Over-analyzing how the leaves eclipse the light | |
| Constantly find meaning | |
| And naivety inside | |
| Lost within my wonder | |
| As the day turns into night | |
| All of the mysteries | |
| Conflicts | |
| Discoveries | |
| Hiding in frequencies | |
| Keeping the mind at ease | |
| Staring at the sky | |
| While you are blurring out the line | |
| If the colors and the shapes | |
| Were clearly more defined | |
| Thinking on a concept | |
| Seems like getting off the course | |
| Writing to myself | |
| Then later questioning the source |