Why do tomorrow what you can do today?
They all say the same.
Chase it all, get it done.
Follow your dreams,
do not procrastinate.
Why put off what can be done now?
I asked the same.
Some days I still ask it.
But then the sun sets.
Another day lost.
And I still haven't met my goals or found my dream.
Where has the time gone?
Where is my life?
Portions tucked away in memories.
Parties and chores,
faces of friends,
hugs from the family,
pain and laughter,
long dreadful days,
quick fleeting feelings,
that crush she had,
that arm he broke.
Memories only now.
Time that once was now is not.
Today become yesterday and the past.
Was it all a waste of time?
I feel old.
So many memories and not enough done.
I spend so much time
eating, sleeping, staring off into space.
Traveling from one job to the next
while my mind is already there.
People remind me that I'm still young.
That I have all the time in the world
ahead of me to find my dream
and fall in love too.
And I smile with them and agree.
But inside I know it all must end.
I do not have Forever on Earth.
Even Earth will die someday.
Maybe tomorrow.
Maybe I will die tomorrow.
Maybe I will go home.
Perhaps the sun will rise,
to set one last time in glory.
Or perhaps it will be just another day.
Like yesterday.
Like today.
Will tomorrow be the same?
Will I get another chance to reach for my ideal?
Do I have a lifetime still ahead of me?
Do I have all the time in my world?
But I feel as if I've spent a lifetime already.
Where shall I be tomorrow?
Same as today?
Then isn't tomorrow today already?
How the days of my life have blurred together.
Life has become monotonous.
I have become a thrill-seeker.
Spending what little time I get away from work
watching action and romance films,
reading thrillers and fantasies.
I am a recluse but still hunger for the social.
The grind of the workplace
the demand of others
pull at the feathers of the bird.
I feel caged, clipped.
Shall I ever fly?
I am the butterfly awakening from its cocoon.
Is there nowhere I can rest
before I seek my flower?
Where shall I run but back to my God?
Where can I turn but to my Savior?
I am a footprint on the seashore.
I shall be washed away at the tide.
Where is my tomorrow but in the hands of my God?
Am I a fly that tomorrow will be one day too late?
They all say the same.
Chase it all, get it done.
Follow your dreams,
do not procrastinate.
Why put off what can be done now?
I asked the same.
Some days I still ask it.
But then the sun sets.
Another day lost.
And I still haven't met my goals or found my dream.
Where has the time gone?
Where is my life?
Portions tucked away in memories.
Parties and chores,
faces of friends,
hugs from the family,
pain and laughter,
long dreadful days,
quick fleeting feelings,
that crush she had,
that arm he broke.
Memories only now.
Time that once was now is not.
Today become yesterday and the past.
Was it all a waste of time?
I feel old.
So many memories and not enough done.
I spend so much time
eating, sleeping, staring off into space.
Traveling from one job to the next
while my mind is already there.
People remind me that I'm still young.
That I have all the time in the world
ahead of me to find my dream
and fall in love too.
And I smile with them and agree.
But inside I know it all must end.
I do not have Forever on Earth.
Even Earth will die someday.
Maybe tomorrow.
Maybe I will die tomorrow.
Maybe I will go home.
Perhaps the sun will rise,
to set one last time in glory.
Or perhaps it will be just another day.
Like yesterday.
Like today.
Will tomorrow be the same?
Will I get another chance to reach for my ideal?
Do I have a lifetime still ahead of me?
Do I have all the time in my world?
But I feel as if I've spent a lifetime already.
Where shall I be tomorrow?
Same as today?
Then isn't tomorrow today already?
How the days of my life have blurred together.
Life has become monotonous.
I have become a thrill-seeker.
Spending what little time I get away from work
watching action and romance films,
reading thrillers and fantasies.
I am a recluse but still hunger for the social.
The grind of the workplace
the demand of others
pull at the feathers of the bird.
I feel caged, clipped.
Shall I ever fly?
I am the butterfly awakening from its cocoon.
Is there nowhere I can rest
before I seek my flower?
Where shall I run but back to my God?
Where can I turn but to my Savior?
I am a footprint on the seashore.
I shall be washed away at the tide.
Where is my tomorrow but in the hands of my God?
Am I a fly that tomorrow will be one day too late?