These words they work like gravity
sucking and pulling everything closer
to some magically endowed center,
i can't find the future
and i can't stand the present
the past is just as ugly
But sometimes when you get a
spectacular chance at something new
you just start pushing and pushing
suddenly gravity is like jello,
it holds you where you are
but it doesn't stop you from going any further
I could fly to the moon and back
if it wouldn't kill me stone dead,
i look forward to the future
i love this present
and i don't mind the past too bad,
bring me to my corner stone
and let me break it down
so i can move it fifty miles up the road.
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