I can't stop walking
Because I'm running out of time
Or maybe I'm walking out of it
But I must keep going
Or let going go and just carry on
But if I carry on
How can I put it down?
I suppose it's like when my parents say
"be patient and good things will come"
But if I be patient I can't be myself
And if good things will come,
Will they stay for long?
And not to mention,
That time flies
but it has no wings.
And if it flies,
Then why does it flow?
Is it a river and a bird?
Time needs to make up its mind
Or actually it needs to stop
because if it makes it up
Then it's not telling the truth.
And lying is bad,
Or so I've been told.
You're probably confused right now
Or you're someone else
But I can't know
