Gentle shifts in the wind;

Crinkles across my clothes.

Blue in the sky

Oceans riddle my mind.

Looking back,

Pretty view.

Growing up,

Fucking up;

Travel and travel

Haven't got a clue.

Simple questions—

Lacking common sense,

But why's the sky so blue?

Racing through time

Won't make me less see through.

Blindly racing

Is the curse of youth.

Shifting seasons

Dew across my skin.

Can't run against the tides;

I'll surf along them.

I've made mistakes,

But I bounce against them.

Stronger and stronger,

Riding along the seasons.