Confusion of past

Asking questions deep within
Looking around brown and green
Sitting on a crescent bench
Watching badly throughout those fence

There were ants under me
I stepped on them one two three
Then I saw a moth
That glides towards another moth

I looked up with full intention
That lies ahead on that direction
Now past had flash back with no intention
Like the dust that falls with my emotions

Nature starts to bore me that
Cause me to stand with my rosary
And offer a prayer for a girl named jaimie
That I love since the start of all this mysteries