shapes of things

shapes of things before my eyes

just teach me to despise

will time make man more wise

here within my lonely frame

my eyes just hurt my brain

but will it seem the same

will i be older

maybe a soldier

may i be bolder than today

now the trees are almost green

but will they still be seen

when time and tide have been

boy into your passing hands

please don't destroy these lands

don't make them desert sands

soon i hope that i will find

a seed within my mind

that won't disgrace my kind