They confide, we relate, we're alive, They escape.

You can't hold on to what time already took in storage.

Tomorrow's dream was to be different from today.

Then time works it's lonesome magic and tomorrow becomes yesterday.

The patterns of ones thought, of ones mindset ought, to be what the future holds.

We all can get there but cannot be told.

What's inside our own destiny and what to do and what to say, if we wait too long it'll just be another yesterday.