We talk about time
Like 'what's passed has passed'
But somehow
In some way
We're still stuck in the past
Re-living everything
We already did
Everything we thought we'd fixed
We view time
As something infinite
So everything we all do
Must be infinite too
So we destroy the future
Thinking it will repair
Without giving it any care
We think that time is small
That time is invisible
But take a look around
At the problems made
That's not some source of matter
Not some random occurring disaster
It's a source of time
Time lays everywhere
Time is far bigger
Than everything laying in the air
