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