can time wait for me? who am i actually? who am i if not worrying about my future? the future? i've always hated change. I think the sadness part comes from knowing my days are numbered here. The notifications become more and more apparent. The house gets repainted. My parents are talking to the realtor as I walk back home. I see the for sale sign the next day out on the front yard. Dad is leaving the midwest for good in 3 days. Time's ticking Can't the future just wait? Can't the deadlines come fashionably late? I could push every goal back Take control back If they'd roll back the rate At which time starts to fly Never landing or standing by Never taking a break Ever making me retry We ''nickel-and-dime'' every ''quarter to two'' But maybe it's time to let time pass throughtheres no time whatthe time ive spent time i spend thinking about future, is time im draining

In retrospect, Ioveremphasised the future.