When I was a child
I was told I will be anything
But now that I’m in the wild
I realized you can’t have dreams in a blink

I’ll do this and that
I’ll know all about the hows and what
But nothing drives me to go and win
Like a race car without an engine

It’s important to say how you feel
So help can arrive from people who are real
But we all know it can’t really help him
That’s why some of us write to scream

The future is so unsure with you
It has no idea of what it will bake
It can’t find even a single clue
Maybe we wait, or maybe we just break