When has it ever been the here and now?
How long since you’ve watched as the world turned?
Thinking that critically only solves the problem momentarily,
How long must you continue to avoid those talks?
Cause I’m at my wits end with this one.
I’m being dragged by the collar,
Yet barely hanging on.
As though being told to not give up that last shred of hope.
I covet most that thing I used to have.
It’s that empathy for the other,
It was a simpler me.
Or maybe this love in me.
It made me grow crazy.
I tell you now:
A wiser man.
Only threw the eyes of a few,
Each of us have our own plan.
— happyMess (transcribed by Sangretti – 2012/09/12)