Oh, brother I can't, I can't get through
I've been trying hard to reach you 'cause I don't know what to do
Oh, brother I can't believe it's true
I'm so scared about the future and I want to talk to you
Oh I want to talk to you
You can take a picture of something you see
In the future where will I be?
You could climb a ladder up to the sun
Or write a song that no one had sung
Or do something that's never been done
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I´d wondered myself the same question ... where? and I have no answer.
My nxt question is worst: when! When is the future, is it tomorrow, or the day after... when did I started caring about it. And why.
I still have no answers.
May be I should stop asking. May be I should stop caring. And start climbing ladders or writting... Today is running out.
Por ahí leí alguien que decía que el pasado no existe, ni el futuro, sólo el presente, un presente continuo. Si nos enfocamos en la imaginación del pasado o en la ilusión del futuro nunca viviremos bien nuestro eterno presente.
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