My life, so grey, it’s so not me
Like wilting petals limp on the asphalt
Directionless, with a side of melancholy
Blown away like autumn leaves

As I grow, I become
I become who I am
My voice’s pitch sounds like me
It carries grace, and confidence you see

It won’t be long now
I will be me

Are you a good person?
Do you feel it in your bones?
Does waking lift your heart?
Are you ready to start?

As you feel your day,
does it feel like magic?
Do the pieces fit?
Does your life flow with it?

As we make our mark on the world.
We’ll find glittering gold.
In the recesses of our minds,
in the spirit of our kind.

Like pieces of a puzzle,
ready to connect.
We wait for what’s next.

When we can order Amazon Prime Now
As the Uber driver drops our eats
While we play our mobile games
As Netflix streams in the background

It’s impossible to believe the impossible
Could our world dissolve into illusion?
How could our mighty country fall?
Who can believe the gall?

With the world literally at our fingertips
It’s difficult to believe the impossible
Did the Germans believe they would fall?
While their generals stood tall

As I sit, I think of the duality,
as I see the stream of time,
as a well-tuned instrument,
I hear it play.

I feel the vibrations of now,
as I am the feedback loop,
as I am eternal reality,
as we are the duality.

I’m thinking
And I can’t stop
Gears turn inside my head

I hear click, click, click
And my mind lets go
I hear no end to this eternal show

I can’t stop thinking
I can’t help thinking
All I hear are my grinding gears

In these years, what else is there?
It’s the sound of my machine