(White hot glistening shadowy flows)
Almost famous
And the urge to write
With marked eyes and little sleep
Least we dream
Least we think
What do you want to be when you grow up?
What are the options?
Looking back at photographs to remember moments so brief
The collective whole mere snippets of life.
It’s fascinating the people we become
So much so, you no longer know who you are
A consent change
Everything ends one way or another
The years mark time changing with the seasons
And we grow.
Most of try to grow into good people
Too harshly I shine this light
None of that matters
The goals set, time to execute
I can no longer think straight
I must act for there is nothing left.
Time moving so fast yet suddenly slowed.
And when we meet again will it seem like ages?
Or only yesterday?
And the urge to write
With marked eyes and little sleep
Least we dream
Least we think
What do you want to be when you grow up?
What are the options?
Looking back at photographs to remember moments so brief
The collective whole mere snippets of life.
It’s fascinating the people we become
So much so, you no longer know who you are
A consent change
Everything ends one way or another
The years mark time changing with the seasons
And we grow.
Most of try to grow into good people
Too harshly I shine this light
None of that matters
The goals set, time to execute
I can no longer think straight
I must act for there is nothing left.
Time moving so fast yet suddenly slowed.
And when we meet again will it seem like ages?
Or only yesterday?