Every day I franticly search and search,

Like a chipmunk on the hunt for the food to be hidden in the birch,

For a meaning and a purpose in my daily life,

But I can’t help to ask myself why I focus on such strife,

The conflicts in my head from the past always on repeat,

And unlike the game “Paperboy”,

I have no option to go to Easy Street.

I continue counting courageously,

Minute after minute,

When will I learn?

 

When will I learn that the present is here,

And the end is nowhere near,

So what do I have to fear?

I need to man up but I’m not talking about going on hunts,

I’m talking about how you only write once,

I need to stop worrying about past stunts,

And get my thoughts out clearly,

Because I may never get the chance again.

 

Make you’re impact on the world all around,

Make it positive from high in the sky to deep in the ground,

But never look down, never look back, the past has past, but the future is coming around.