today keeps unfolding into tomorrow
somebody forgot to tell me that's just life though
from your hand it slips out like sand
and a trail softly falls back into the land
it blows away quickly, without sound
if you remember to stop, you might look around
but I couldn't remember, in fact I forgot
I kept forgetting to wind up my clock
I'm surprised that I'm still in shock
I'm surprised that I'm not on top
my hands lie empty, I tried to hold tightly
I tried to try trying and gave up tiredly
time is wasting, I'm just now tasting what'd it be like if I wasn't just waiting
my eyes grow heavy, I'm thinking of bailing
I try to stay focused but my mind is trailing
yesterday just keeps bleeding into today
someone told me that this was the only way
nothing ever changes or rearranges nothing ever seems to engage us
but what if I woke up and spoke up and told you to shut up?
would tomorrow be okay, would today be just another day?
would I remember the way things were just yesterday?
today keeps unfolding into tomorrow,
what are we planning on doing about it though?