When it happens to last

These experiences came too fast, I'm growing but not to last.
The future is plagued with people from the past.
  Why do they cross my path, Why do they cross my path

I've seen things, wrote even sweeter dreams, but I'm always
doubting reasons to be.

Every letter I've read filled me up but I'm not fed.
Hungry for more random thoughts in my head.
Write your words down so you can exist to me.

I've expelled my only chance to really be, and provide
all the words people need.
so hold me close your words of expression wont let me go.
So my memory floats to what I do, sit and think of you.
Positive my minds askew