Now I'm running for my life.
This feeling won't go away until,
I feel I am out of the strife.
It won't get better when I walk out that door,
Because by then it will be too late.
I let myself forget the important things,
And have not disregarded dates.
That is the world, I can't change how one,
Must be in communication with the clock.
It's not a matter of Nature guiding your acts,
But who owns some given time at your dock.
And it's alright,
Ultimately it doesn't matter to me,
But the results may be the ruin of my life.
I guess I will just sit here and see.
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