I feel like my life is being written
By a higher version of me
Years down the road
In a higher level of society
Showing me the path
And for a second I just listen
I don’t know how to say this
I’m staying in my home
Rented to me by my future self
Telling me to spend my past wealth
As my past self
Wonders why we don’t send help
The future is in the past
The present will never last
Humanity will always try to race to the end
Trying our best to never pretend
That we’re not all counting down
Until someone else drops the crown
We’re all just looking for an excuse
Someone who refuses to stand
Under, ‘neath the noose
Re-connect my brain to my heart
Black and tarred from playing the part
Of the 49th version of Iron Man
I’ve never had anything of which to aspire
Yet, when I’m faced with expectations
I perspire
As my brain circles through
Six possibilities
Trying to find the words that echo higher
We’re all just trying to narrow our focus
Why can’t my future self
Tell my past self
Everything I presently know?