What if we could just go?
Jump out, reach forward,  and push on,
What if it isn't so,
Stay back, don't know, be withdrawn,

In a small jar
we count our coins
From Washington to Lincoln
Your habit, over thinkin'

But in the present you are unaware,
The past looks forward with a pitiful stare,
You do not fret, you haven't lost your bet,
Your life is in your care,

You don't wanna look down,
But up is about as appealing,
You're still, a creeping frown,
The silence, so healing

But now you can look forward
and back,
and at once no more of those,
Heart attacks.