I can not remember all the old days?
But I know about the future
I can tell you that all things end in differently
I like to avoid reality
Too sacred to face up to the truth
I am not great fan of hope
My mind is clouded by the years of dope
Don't care to talk about it much
Tend to grasp the shadows I seem to touch
Time is always of the present
It will never die
In these states of mind I fly with the birds
Just let myself drift
I always seem to let my feelings show
But every step is a step I do not know?
