Get out of your head
Presents are such delicate times.
Forcing ourselves to hurry,
And worry,
Just to enjoy what’s to come.
People dream just to come
back to an idea of paradise.
People live in their own time,
leaving out those who need them.
I tried to see them,
Those people who dream.
I tried to look past my own eyes,
But I myself was living in my own time.
Futures are such delicate times.
Forcing ourselves to wear out
our strength, we stay stuck in past eyes.
People tried to seek paradise in their own eyes.
People dream of keeping warm at the end of their time,
risking their present gift for a future life.
Get Out of Your Head, Page 2, begin new stanza
We are all rushing through this life.
Tearing at ourselves to finish the race
But this present is a gift,
don’t you see?
It’s an endless race
For you and me.
So,
Let’s take our time.