Time’s blowing by me
Fucking with my psyche

And I measure every hour
By my ever-waning power
Of hope
And idealism

Try to hold onto visions
Dreams, schemes, inventing machines

But it’s rough
I find myself toughening up
And then I harden
And start to feel dead

Focused on the next moment
Rather than experiencing this one instead

Is it me or is this a little fishy?

Damn I gotta be
In the here and now – and live
Survive, thrive, arrive

I open my eyes
And realize
Today
I’m alive