poppystrike

I'm green and grey. Green and grey. What if I can't make it good? That's what i've been thinking.

But then I think of how I want to continue with my dreaming and even if I fuck up and it doesn't work out I can always move on to the next thing. My sense of permanance is whacked.

I adore journeys. I have the best thoughts on buses. I constantly daydream about things that will probably never happen, but if I can dream them then that's half the battle won.

[/end inner monologue] xXx

Tired at 20 years old
Memory collecting before his time
Recall the old stomping ground
I see a tear welling up in his eye

No, you can't cheat time, don't let that control your life
Hold your breath, close your eyes, just jump in, the water's fine

These pleas fall on deaf ears
Ears that were once tuned to truth
A dated, washed up old man
Has seen it all, nothing else for him to do

No, you can't cheat time, don't let that control your life
Goes over your head, you look over your shoulder
When you turn back you're that much older

It slips away
Be what you're becoming
It slips away
And not who you were
It slips away
Grab hold of the here and now while you still have the chance

So are you giving up now?
As for adventures you've had your fill
Who says you're over the hill?
I think it was you and you know very well

You're holding yourself back
(Turn your face to the day)
When you could be doing anything
(Don't just dig your own grave)
When will you trust yourself
(Take with you what you learn)
The same as I do
(Be yourself, not who you were)

I want to see you use your capabilities
Build me an ocean then destroy it with your eyes