Oh, time certainly has it's hold on me.

I keep saying things like, "Later" and "I will".

It's hard to think of posibilities when I'm riddled with insecurities.

These months go by so quickly, I don't have the time to act or feel.

I'm not sure of the difference between dreams, reality, and expectation.

Oh, time certainly has it's hold on me.

I feel more sorrow than frustration, what I'll miss becomes my fixation.

It's hard to think of posibilities when I'm riddled with insecurities. 

I'm a camera trying to focus on what's in front of my eyes.

I keep saying things like, "Later" and "I will". 

I watch myself run lower on film, my future --I have lost sight.

These months go by so quickly, I don't have the time to act or feel.