Born to the glare of the senses
spoon-fed reality infused
A new inherent
passive contentment
you are so easily amused

Here and now we are gone in a heartbeat
a dream in the passage of time
Chances are fading, the world isn't waiting
the moment is passing you by

Questions lie beneath the surface
the fools are fooled once again
A benign coincidence
we stole our existence
and gladly cast it to the wind

Here and now we are gone in a heartbeat
A dream in the passage of time
Chances are fading, the world isn't waiting
the moment is passing you by
Slowly spinning
on her way back home

No future, no warning