Oct 09, 2008 15:49
We have the ability, and each day there's a buildup of waste, collected by the passive and distracted. I understand procrastination, I know how it is to feel like being is just enough, but time, though it seems to be against us, constantly falling short or dragging on, is the structure that tames our species. Of course, it can be defied in those moments when you've realized that hours have passed in the blink of an eye, or when an hour seems to stretch on for years. The lack of appreciation weighs heavy on my heart, but I carry on. And I admire those who do the same, as well as the ones who don't quite know their way.
Worry, worry, worry, such a shame to bother
heads turn, unphased, in disbelief.
Worry, worry, worry, well someone ought to bother
caution signs, warnings unheard, lessons learned.
Worrym worry, worry, it's good to be a bother