Ugh Part 1

Silly child, who thinks she owns the world,
There's millions of future's waiting for you, girl.

It's never clear the path a leaf will take,
When wind gusts through and rips it from its place.

So keep on guessing, you will never see,
Analyze yourself, the dreams that once could be.

You just can't hold the future in your hands,
It has a way of slipping through like sand.