I feel like... The World's Ours... 'Til we stop believing and just start grieving Weeping, searching for reasons to why the coldest of seasons Are seeming to come upon us While ignoring something so wondrous: Mother Nature, and the nature of ourselves But instead of finishing the story, we just throw it to the shelves Never realizing the wealth held deep within our minds We are inclined to realign Our essence with another And claim that they are better Or maybe that's just the half of us And the other half have life planned out so miraculous "Take the yellow brick road from point A to B Sit back, wait patiently, for your stars to line up so you can take off to C." Now is that he or she? Regardlessly Pray that you sail your soul, and do not sell your soul Never let another dictate how to grow old And if you want to see it grow, do not let your dreams go
Cause the moment it's released to the abyss Is the exact moment that you miss a piece of bliss Find a list of people who took their aspirations to a higher destination Tell me if it competes with the quantity of lamentations still handed out Placed upon tombstones of graveyards Spanning out Many miles All the while I wonder what it'd be like if we could turn time back? "What happens to a dream deferred?" Hope my life doesn't answer that See, I believe that when you believe in your dream, your goal, your aspirations, whatever you want to call it You believe in yourself But then again I am just a boy in the body of a man Who can admit his flaws and yet fails to understand Hours can't be lengthened Minutes can't shortened Every second should be cherished as a moment in your mind And these are just the thoughts... Of A Moment In My Mind