I'm losing your train of thought
Watching my mind get caught
Up and eternal breeze
Talking amongst the trees

Cannot find the words to use the thoughts that I would 
write
Over-analyzing how the leaves eclipse the light
Constantly find meaning and naïvety inside
Lost within my wonder as the day turns into night

All of the mysteries
Complex discoveries
Hiding in frequencies
Keeping the mind at ease

Staring at the sky while you are blurring out the line
If the colors and the shapes were clearly more defined
Thinking on a concept seems like adding off the course
Writing to myself then later questioning the source