It may feel like it’s too much to handle,   But it’s not time yet.   Your body operates, automatic,   Like a breathless engine,   It shines in the swimming haze and heat.   While your mind,   Like a swarm of insects in a gust of wind,   Crumbles and reassembles,   Forgetting its original, innocent form.      No, it’s not the time.   Don’t let your frantic mind   Run you away   From me.   No no no, it’s not the time   You’ll be alright   Don’t let your frantic mind      In our oldest, wisest years   We’ll laugh,   Looking back   At our losses.   Yours, the self-control you longed to   Trust,   Mine, any adequate words to dissolve the   Mounting Pressure Moment.   And in our tissue-paper skin,   We’ll mock the frailties of youth.   And cherish the steel-solid minds   We acquired in time.      No, it’s not the time.   Don’t let your frantic mind   Run you away   From me.   No no no, it’s not the time   You’ll be alright   Don’t let your frantic mind         I know life starts in slow motion   And ends in a fast-forward-flash,   When all you want to do is rewind   So you can relive   Those days we spent   Never wondering about how it all will end   Remember the languid, mesmerizing   Hours we spent, spellbound,   Dreaming of the life we lead   Now?   Don’t be disillusioned   Dreams and reality may   Never synchronize   But someday, we’ll get away   With a perfect day   And we’ll laugh,   Looking back.      The machine hums to the whine   Of the cloud, the swarm   No louder than before   When did it become   The anthem of impending tragedy?   A maddening melody building   In shrill intensity?   Maybe it’s just a new song to sing us to sleep   It’s not going to end the way you think