We all feel compelled to keep up
And I have tales to tell but I get bored
If it's the attention I need to keep
I have to find the will to interpret the meek
And I address this statement to the audience
But the audience is non-existent
So there must be something wrong with this picture
Or maybe not
It takes time and time flies by
Too quick to get a grasp at solidarity
Too fast to catch anything with substance
I feel overwhelmed with stress most times
And I have all the calls to make but I get distracted
If it's a direction I need to take
I have to find the error in my mistake
I need to re-evaluate
I address these problems to the audience
But the audience is just not present
So there must be something wrong with the past
Or maybe not
It takes time and time flies by
Too close for comfort
It's a scary feeling and I like it
It's a scary feeling but it's mine.