I constantly strive for a better quality of life
Not more time for tasks
Always feeling struck by a knife

But time to enjoy what I already have
Kick back my heels, no time to be sad

All I think of is the time I don’t have
How about the time that I do?
Am I making the most of it?
I don’t even have time to see you

Money is great
But if there’s no time to spend it
What good is it all
Materialistic things seem to be our downfall

It feels great to keep in shape
But I wonder am I doing too much
What am I trying to prove?
Maybe slow down a notch

I can’t do it all
This I truly believe
Is it more time I need
Or is it time to be freed