Day by day is passing, but nothing changes.
I don’t know how to look down here, in the present.
Don’t know what to do, only looking furhter than you,
and myself.
I am not changing a thing, just hoping to be someone else.
But I’m not.
There’s nothing to be done, is what I say.
So what do I actually do al day?
Trying to medidate, to read and to write.
Trying, not doing, that’s where the problem comes in sight.
Stop complaining my dear, it is not that hard.
Just make a slow start, tick of your list one by one.
Just get some shit done!
And you like those things you’re ought to do,
remember?
Stop waiting until september.