Frosty morning

Living youth out in real time.

So tired,

Is this who I am now?

Said it before

Will say it again—

I don't think I'm really meant to be a friend.

Don't think I'm really meant to be

Much of anything

To anyone.

I just wanna know

When I lost my head.

Looking for a common thread,

Between all those words

That were said.

Peak of the mountain—

King of Butterflies.

Gentle blue light,

A melancholy soul.

Stuck in my meadow;

Crying the whole way home.

Thankful for my friends

But I can't help but stay lost;

In all these thoughts.