Living in the moment, I know no other way; we all hope to be in a better place one day.
Somewhere secure, where someone's love will take away the pain. Ease the false reality of this everyday charade. Always been told it's now or never, if that's the case I'll stay here forever, gone tomorrow, the years will slip away. Patterns observed lead to wiser conclusions hereby confirmed by those who have not forgotten that greater [bad word] must be learned. In trial and tribulation our eyes will take in the sight of a thousand men just like us, searching themselves inside. So much is lost when time is spent in speculation. I can't live for prevention. If the 'what if' wins the war for me it's over. Let the white flag begin its ascension. [I need the young man's dream. Let fate bring what it will. Ambition is not reserved for the glory of yesteryear. Vicarious visions of heroes I'll never meet are not enough for me (the peace [bad word] from within).] Every movement draws us nearer to the dying day. Nothing done means we're all dead now prolonging the decay. Victims of surroundings, please wake up inside: this world is lost and you'll follow suit passively falling in line. Unless the search for [bad word] begins. There must be something more than this. Don't let transient insights return from whence they came. These telltale signs of man's rebirth must be embraced. As when the chords within are [bad word] with grace, this weathered soul has found its final resting place.