Future Tense

I get up, I brush my teeth
That's more than I do on other days
I think of all my dreams
They seem so distant to me
I procrastinate, assassinate my fate
I feel like it’s time, my life should start right now
But I don't know if I can do it

I sit and stare at all these sheets
Of paper with half written songs inscribed
A hypocrite's advice
Try not to waste your life
Blink for one second, it’ll pass you by
As I blink, I think there's so much left for me
Am I enough to pursue it?

My script's not done, not even half written
I'm scared and unprepared; sometimes I think there's no way
It's a magic trick being optimistic
What do you do whеn you just wanna play guitar all day?

Eternally hurdling, we emеrge our future selves
And hopefully you can get through it