Time is rapidly losing meaning.
Summer nights and twinkling lights surround me,
And the weeks seem to be moving quicker,
Strung along together as a film rather than a series of photos.
If you blink you’ve already missed two weeks
So now my eyes are drying out.
I have the stars up above and a fire at my feet
And I like to think to myself that I’m happy that this is my life.
Light Up the Sun 