We are little kids

Making grown-up decisions

That will last for twice as long

As our feeble vision

Laughing at the undertow

We define our youth

and soon our dreams will change

and become American

Time is nothing more than a series of choices

Our minds are mere collections of different

Timbre voices our dreams are realized or forgotten

We are what we become

We are growing up, but not fast enough

Be now while you are young

The person in your mind is no coincidence

Conform to the archetype that regulates the

Mint friends are christmas cards

Fifteen years from now