Time/Rush

(By and by, over and over
I've written this too fast
These things will never be my last
Phrases are lucky, they grow like the clovers)

I've begin to see how short on time I am
And realization becomes natural of how ideas are too
But I'm so scared to become everyone's fool
So speak slowly, break down and vamp

It's so simple to let the mind out
And to kill softly the ones we love
But conversations are never just enough
Instead time takes it's place for now

So maybe you're wrong, this argument is true
Of how the first words are strong
Love is patient, behold the belong
Time gives you everything for you think through