It's just a time when you want an aim.

You need spaces to fit in. Your dreams have never needed seasons, but your seasons have often needed a dream, an emotion to fit in.
Hope you listen to me this time. I need to explore every smile that hid my fear.
It's a time I just stop being me and try being you. I need to be you to see that you are right in what you see about me.
I need to be you to start feeling good about being me.
I dont know how long this space fills us in. All I know is tomorrow I will see you again, like a never ending seasonal dream.. It's just the time when I knew I wish you weren't the aim.