I’m in a limbo between what’s called “yesterday”
and what’s called “tomorrow”.
And I don’t know where I’d rather stay.
everything was great.
I’ll probably end up borrowing
some of my old friends
to make new memories.
This limbo I’m in, let me tell you:
it’s both going downhill,
and all downhill from here;
and hardly finding any free time.
I wish I left,
and that I’m the only one left:
both not here and kept.
I want to refrain from living it
and refrain the entire measure–
but it just won’t all fit
in music that never ends.
I want to be completely transparent with you,
but that’s impossible:
because I could be easy to see
I’m tied to the ground
as I orbit earth
and burn from the atmospheric drag
when I’m brought back down.
Because I’m in a limbo between what’s called “yesterday”
and what’s called “tomorrow”–
we call it “today”.