The eternal postponement of decisions
In an aged lack of understanding of the seriousness of the situation
Being kept up by the group
And is pressed down on the individual
Look out of the window and see the same
Today, tomorrow, the day after tomorrow
Oh well, and the day after that as well
For a short moment the images flicks
As the illusional kick-starter is activated
With visions on the sides, like multicoloured banners
Speed-lines in the shade of Dreamy Blue
And a spoiler covered by the stickers of opportunities
Souvenirs from the far side of fantasy
While I'm running in overdrive
Trying to do it all before society forces me back
To mindless loneliness
All good things to those who wait
... But who's to say it doesn't come too late?
