Dead Dreams Killed by Procrastination

We are one with the outside we face

Choosing to run, as we think it's a race

Circles go round, we never stay still

Nothing is found, we run out of will

Bordum of rewind, configure, make sense

Fast forward to assume, we sit on the fence

Dare to climb a tree, but never venture out on a limb

As we lose balance, fighting powers within

Practice makes perfect, that's what they say

Practice is building confidence, at the end of the day

What if confidence was a bridge that was already built

We would cross no question, no fear, no guilt

We move to the edge, to scared to look down

A fear of flying perscribed, as we may hit the ground

Dreams will die, unless we let them live

Killed by procrastination, move forward forgive

Stay still as we sleep to a world unseen

New possibilities we create as we dream

Focus seems to be the key to unlock the door

Our mind opens, awareness, ready for us to explore

There is really nothing but this that makes sense

So we must strive to move our mind off the fence

Venture our bodies out on a limb

No fear for the end, as we let life begin