Looking at life things never seem to have a reason
Good times, hard times flowing through the seasons
Lock your dreams in a box and latch it tight
For it seems you will lose them if you lose sight
Time spent wisely you hear is the goal
Words passing through your mind are not from your soul
They belong to the outside world an environment learned
Fleeting thoughts pass by sojourned
The still of the night brings a veil wisdom
It ebbs and flows in perfect rhythm
Don't fret about the way you spend your time near or far
Nothing is a waste of time if it adds to the person you are