Making Time

The reason I don't see straight anymore
is due to the rapid change in my views
since stopping to look has become such a bore
then where is the joy, I haven't a clue
the feeling from watching the trees blow around
the pleasure of lending a helping hand
a snowflakes timeless journey to the ground
just won't fit in with my desperate plans
and my plans too are hurried, on and on
without any freedom nor time to play
am I losing my path? What's going on?
I must clear my schedule for more time each day
the time that I need to empty my mind
and treasure what happiness I may just find