03-12-2013, 11:54 AM
Edit:
We live in the middle
Caught in between
Riding a wave into the unseen
We live for a moment
The blink of an eye
Blind to the future
That won’t be denied
We live all of our moments
Planning ahead
Waiting it seems
Facing with dread
A time when it’s over
When our dreams are dead
When life has escaped us
Where do we turn
What have we mattered
What did we learn
What did I do that an effect
On the ribbon of time
Stretching into what’s next
Did I spend all my moments
On worthless endeavor
Would it have mattered
If I lived forever
If forever just meant
That I’d have more time
To worry about tomorrow
Originally:
We live in the middle, caught in between, riding a wave into the unseen.
We live for a moment, the blink of an eye, blind to the future that won’t be denied.
We live all of our moments planning ahead, waiting it seems, facing with dread,
a time when it’s over, when our dreams have fled.
When life has escaped us, where do we turn?
What have we mattered? What did we learn?
What did I do that an effect on the ribbon of time stretching into what’s next?
Did I spend all my moments on worthless endeavor?
Would it have mattered if I’d lived forever?
If forever just meant that I’d have more time to worry about tomorrow?
We live in the middle
Caught in between
Riding a wave into the unseen
We live for a moment
The blink of an eye
Blind to the future
That won’t be denied
We live all of our moments
Planning ahead
Waiting it seems
Facing with dread
A time when it’s over
When our dreams are dead
When life has escaped us
Where do we turn
What have we mattered
What did we learn
What did I do that an effect
On the ribbon of time
Stretching into what’s next
Did I spend all my moments
On worthless endeavor
Would it have mattered
If I lived forever
If forever just meant
That I’d have more time
To worry about tomorrow
Originally:
We live in the middle, caught in between, riding a wave into the unseen.
We live for a moment, the blink of an eye, blind to the future that won’t be denied.
We live all of our moments planning ahead, waiting it seems, facing with dread,
a time when it’s over, when our dreams have fled.
When life has escaped us, where do we turn?
What have we mattered? What did we learn?
What did I do that an effect on the ribbon of time stretching into what’s next?
Did I spend all my moments on worthless endeavor?
Would it have mattered if I’d lived forever?
If forever just meant that I’d have more time to worry about tomorrow?