feeding time
follow food above my head
hunger owns the world i know
focus short of sight instead
pay no mind of where i go
the temporal chase for what is just out of my own reach
wanna try a little more
think about the motivation
hard to not say what's this for
will i gain a realization
i'm not cut to be; i'm not cut to be someone great
and maybe i could read a map and run away and follow back
to the place where i started my journey away
'cause honesty is in the air and honestly i never cared
for trying much more than i'd like to say
and maybe i will never stand upon the crass and be the man
giving orders over all this confusion
'cause all my sight is in response to the near and so nuanced
goals i let become the world i know about
i'm told to slow myself down
don't get so worked up over time
i'm a quarter gone but already long for moments left behind
how can i be settled when the dust is being peddled
to the air from every side of me
i just need to leave
and maybe i could read a map and run away and follow back
to the place where i started my journey away
'cause honesty is in the air and honestly i never cared
for trying much more than i'd like to say
and maybe i will never stand upon the crass and be the man
giving orders over all this confusion
'cause all my sight is in response to the near and so nuanced
goals i let become the world i know
and maybe i could sleep in late
and maybe i could learn to hate
being someone you could have looked up to
but all my wanting need to pan off what i lust to what i can do