A Future Gone Fishing

Too busy not having a life to live

Slow-motion is silver, silence is gold

We don't need a future until we get old

Inside i'm soft, outside it's cold

We odn't need a future until we get old

Present and past in constant competition

Forming a reluctant, regressive coalition

A mutated ambition in sedated condition

Making "making my mind up" someone else's decision

Why rush tomorrow to bloom and unfold

We don't need a future until we get old

To save me i put my personality on hold

We don't need a future until we get old

Blurred vision, a future gone fishing

I live inside an intermission

Too busy not having a life to have time to live

Yesterday choke tomorrow when calling

All there is, is gravity

And the fear of falling

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