The time has come.
The time is now.
The regularity is here.
In our hearts
Take a minute.
A minute to wish upon the clock,
to wish away our fears.
Think, for this minute, about the dreams
we hide in our souls,
the dreams burning to be realized,
on fire all the time, on fire
in our minds.
Dreams of tomorrow,
Because what is this life
but a dream?
A hazy mist that we float through
along the stream,
the stream of our consciousness.
Row, row with all our might.
Learn to fight
the current. Fight the attempts of the weak
to hold us back.
Because we deserve this.
We earned this.
Take each day to find the patterns,
and the patterns within
the patterns, and the rhythm within
the patterns, within the patterns,
Record this journey we’re taking together. Record
as we burn on
as they burn on
in the stars, as they flow and sing.
Sing a nebulullaby, a song
to sing us all to sleep
so that we might dream again. Repeat
this whole crazy minute again.
Over and over and over again.
Maybe perhaps we’ll get it right.
One of these days we might just
get it right. But we’ll never know
unless we try, so with painty hands we’ll do
our part. Live life to the fullest,
and leave fear in the dust.
Minute by minute we’ll create and record.