Living in a way-to-busy world that revolves around the revolution of that world. Here’s a thought, or two.
There’s a world out there I think, but I can’t see it If I can’t get these plans together I’ll throw a fit
What day is it? Does it matter cuz I am so far behind? If another thing goes wrong I may lose my mind
I am tired again, but it’s only been four straight years Most of the silence I hear is drowned out by my tears
I have it better than most, but I wonder if that’s true Maybe I’m the one not living, depressed, and blue
My simple life’s anything but, there’s another way, right? I mean, I sleep okay, but I still think all night
Caught up in the days that seem only to revolve Around the revolution of this world I must solve
Didn’t I read somewhere about living hands free? Time for an about-face, today I decide, to just be