The Time That Is Given To You

this morning, bright and early,
i wake up to a canvas of decisions
and as the brush strokes help me to see
i realize the decision is what to do
with the time that is given to me

no one here, no one there
i can’t rely on the emptiness in the air
for today is all i know,
and i want the skies, not what’s below

i don’t need this land,
i don’t need this sea,
all i need is the potion from above
to help me figure out what to do
with the time that is given to me

what will we all do
when we realize one day
that the leaves on the trees
eventually fall away

let go of all the plastic
break free from this caged disease
and start thinking about what to do
with the time that is given to you

what will you do
when you finally realize what’s true…

what will you do
with the time that is given to you.