Days and months get away
But not this little thought
My mind was occupied
I want this to over soon
But afraid to pass it by

They told me life will be easier as we grow old
And I grew up believing this lie

I was told by my  Heavenly Father 'Not to worry about tomorrow'
I wanted that

But this life, this future keeps me thinking
I wish I could sit still and let this thought and time pass  away together.