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The longest of journeys will start with a step and the hardest of fights will begin with a stance,
The furthest of minds will commence with a thought and the walk into freedom will begin with a glance,
It's better to drift than to not move at all,
It's better to cry than to not wail or call,
It's better to dream than to never believe,
It's better to change than to never quite leave,
To leave your way and to sit on the shore,
To watch your life mis-shape some more,
Twist your wonder into a dream,
Follow the bed with your feet in the stream,
I really do wish there's something I'd say,
Which would make the ticking just go away,
But beyond all the love and beyond all the fun,
Our trip into nothing has already begun.
And what of our journey and what of our dreams?
What of the life so tight at the seams?
The attention you seek will not quench your lies,
Until death remains to be the only surprise,
And when it does come, remember your past,
The way you once dreamt of a lifetime so fast,
Working your way to the day you can say,
It was all worth it, at last I can play,
And now I have woken and seen the life I have led,
It's just left me wishing I could go back to bed.
I'm not childish, I'm just alive,
I'm not afraid of the following scythe,
I'm not afraid to leave the machine,
I'm not afraid now I've woke from my dream,
And at once you will realise how stupid you are,
And no matter how much you think you've gone far,
You're still waking up to your first step in sight,
And you're just putting to end your first real fight,
The one you have fought since you were taught as a kid,
Life's about money, close cut and lid,
But life's a journey that's hardly been made,
And through any true stone you you think you have laid,
It makes of all no sense to waste your time,
To shake free your will and cut away from the line.
What will become of me when I reach my time?
What of my dreams when I ever reach mine?
When I'm so happy with what I'd achieve,
Will I want to pack up and leave?
Where in this world do I truly belong?
Do I really have to sing this song?
What can I look back on and face with glee?
For whatever power can be of use to me?
And life suddenly is as bad as it seems,
And I don't really want to reach my dreams,
Because it's better to dream than to never believe,
Because I'm only afraid of having to leave...
The furthest of minds will commence with a thought and the walk into freedom will begin with a glance,
It's better to drift than to not move at all,
It's better to cry than to not wail or call,
It's better to dream than to never believe,
It's better to change than to never quite leave,
To leave your way and to sit on the shore,
To watch your life mis-shape some more,
Twist your wonder into a dream,
Follow the bed with your feet in the stream,
I really do wish there's something I'd say,
Which would make the ticking just go away,
But beyond all the love and beyond all the fun,
Our trip into nothing has already begun.
And what of our journey and what of our dreams?
What of the life so tight at the seams?
The attention you seek will not quench your lies,
Until death remains to be the only surprise,
And when it does come, remember your past,
The way you once dreamt of a lifetime so fast,
Working your way to the day you can say,
It was all worth it, at last I can play,
And now I have woken and seen the life I have led,
It's just left me wishing I could go back to bed.
I'm not childish, I'm just alive,
I'm not afraid of the following scythe,
I'm not afraid to leave the machine,
I'm not afraid now I've woke from my dream,
And at once you will realise how stupid you are,
And no matter how much you think you've gone far,
You're still waking up to your first step in sight,
And you're just putting to end your first real fight,
The one you have fought since you were taught as a kid,
Life's about money, close cut and lid,
But life's a journey that's hardly been made,
And through any true stone you you think you have laid,
It makes of all no sense to waste your time,
To shake free your will and cut away from the line.
What will become of me when I reach my time?
What of my dreams when I ever reach mine?
When I'm so happy with what I'd achieve,
Will I want to pack up and leave?
Where in this world do I truly belong?
Do I really have to sing this song?
What can I look back on and face with glee?
For whatever power can be of use to me?
And life suddenly is as bad as it seems,
And I don't really want to reach my dreams,
Because it's better to dream than to never believe,
Because I'm only afraid of having to leave...
Liked that. A lot.
The longest of journeys will start with a step and the hardest of fights will begin with a stance,
The furthest of minds will commence with a thought and the walk into freedom will begin with a glance,
It's better to drift than to not move at all,
It's better to cry than to not wail or call,
It's better to dream than to never believe,
It's better to change than to never quite leave,
To leave your way and to sit on the shore,
To watch your life mis-shape some more,
Twist your wonder into a dream,
Follow the bed with your feet in the stream,
I really do wish there's something I'd say,
Which would make the ticking just go away,
But beyond all the love and beyond all the fun,
Our trip into nothing has already begun.
And what of our journey and what of our dreams?
What of the life so tight at the seams?
The attention you seek will not quench your lies,
Until death remains to be the only surprise,
And when it does come, remember your past,
The way you once dreamt of a lifetime so fast,
Working your way to the day you can say,
It was all worth it, at last I can play,
And now I have woken and seen the life I have led,
It's just left me wishing I could go back to bed.
I'm not childish, I'm just alive,
I'm not afraid of the following scythe,
I'm not afraid to leave the machine,
I'm not afraid now I've woke from my dream,
And at once you will realise how stupid you are,
And no matter how much you think you've gone far,
You're still waking up to your first step in sight,
And you're just putting to end your first real fight,
The one you have fought since you were taught as a kid,
Life's about money, close cut and lid,
But life's a journey that's hardly been made,
And through any true stone you you think you have laid,
It makes of all no sense to waste your time,
To shake free your will and cut away from the line.
What will become of me when I reach my time?
What of my dreams when I ever reach mine?
When I'm so happy with what I'd achieve,
Will I want to pack up and leave?
Where in this world do I truly belong?
Do I really have to sing this song?
What can I look back on and face with glee?
For whatever power can be of use to me?
And life suddenly is as bad as it seems,
And I don't really want to reach my dreams,
Because it's better to dream than to never believe,
Because I'm only afraid of having to leave...
The furthest of minds will commence with a thought and the walk into freedom will begin with a glance,
It's better to drift than to not move at all,
It's better to cry than to not wail or call,
It's better to dream than to never believe,
It's better to change than to never quite leave,
To leave your way and to sit on the shore,
To watch your life mis-shape some more,
Twist your wonder into a dream,
Follow the bed with your feet in the stream,
I really do wish there's something I'd say,
Which would make the ticking just go away,
But beyond all the love and beyond all the fun,
Our trip into nothing has already begun.
And what of our journey and what of our dreams?
What of the life so tight at the seams?
The attention you seek will not quench your lies,
Until death remains to be the only surprise,
And when it does come, remember your past,
The way you once dreamt of a lifetime so fast,
Working your way to the day you can say,
It was all worth it, at last I can play,
And now I have woken and seen the life I have led,
It's just left me wishing I could go back to bed.
I'm not childish, I'm just alive,
I'm not afraid of the following scythe,
I'm not afraid to leave the machine,
I'm not afraid now I've woke from my dream,
And at once you will realise how stupid you are,
And no matter how much you think you've gone far,
You're still waking up to your first step in sight,
And you're just putting to end your first real fight,
The one you have fought since you were taught as a kid,
Life's about money, close cut and lid,
But life's a journey that's hardly been made,
And through any true stone you you think you have laid,
It makes of all no sense to waste your time,
To shake free your will and cut away from the line.
What will become of me when I reach my time?
What of my dreams when I ever reach mine?
When I'm so happy with what I'd achieve,
Will I want to pack up and leave?
Where in this world do I truly belong?
Do I really have to sing this song?
What can I look back on and face with glee?
For whatever power can be of use to me?
And life suddenly is as bad as it seems,
And I don't really want to reach my dreams,
Because it's better to dream than to never believe,
Because I'm only afraid of having to leave...