Anachronism

Seems like the laws of time
Got no hold on me
Or maybe I just know how to avoid 'em
Even if they write themselves down
On my fucking face
This endless runaway
Can not tire my legs

Therefore, sometimes
I wish I could just stop it
I would love the right to choose
To be late, or in advance
But it smells like impossible

Each day seems to come from the future
To lay on the past
There is no trace of now
Is yesterday yet to come?
Is tomorrow passed away?
If those questions
Got no answer
How can I be sure of how today sounds like?

It's astonishing to realize
How many things are happening right now
I always thought I wasn't synced with life
Now I know that something like that just can't be
In this endless flow

Even if my story can't be read by the others
It will forever be written in the pages of the universe

That's because, sometimes
I wish I could just stop it
I would love the right to choose
To be late, or in advance
But it's just a part of the game

Anachronism



Credits
Writer(s): Etienne Visora
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