Look to the left; look to the right
Our two natures clash and begin this fight...

Life is a ribbon
Passed to the next in line...

Life in the fast lane
I’m too slow...

I’m still lying here
Sleep just won’t come...

They lie so still you can miss them
Your wagons rattle when they should be silent...

Look in the mirror
Look what you’ve done...

Who is this friend I have made?
The one who smiles back at me...

The ice is burning me
From tears I cried in the cold times...

Ideas are chasing me
I’m running away...

I feel a hand on my shoulder
Dare I look...

Back to the drawing board
Another day gone down the drain...

It has a grip on me
A mutual trust that it’ll all be alright...