Lyrics Time - Dr. Syntax

Time

Time is on my hands
I’ve got plans that reach beyond
What’s already been and gone
So I’m trying to see beyond
All my present setbacks
While I’m still keen and young
Put my soul into every project I’m featured on
I could write a list and it’d be a metre long
Stating all the opportunities that I believe will come
Where’s the sound advice when people speak in tongues?
Many think they tell it right when they should be keeping Mum
Silence!
I prefer to carve my own path
Learn the hard way: drop the odd faux pas
Don’t laugh!
Doing what you want is so hard
And you won’t be mustering a hot response with no graft:
Most can’t, find a way to show class
Stuck in stormy waters without a Coast Guard
Have a crack at life: catch it while it goes past
Get your plan revised, if you slack, you won’t pass
Time won’t stop x3
Even if I ask nicely
I’ll have the time of my life in my life and times
No time to revise how to write guidelines
I’ve picked a fine time to make the limelight right
Fully mine, live, in my prime, riding the high
Until we make what we’re pie in the sky
Pipe dreams seem likely: I’m biding my time
On fire like pyrotechnics, defying a sceptic
Proving that I’m time effective
I’ll grip tight when there’s time on my hands
And try and think wise when devising a scam
Trying to fathom how my dice are likely to land
And when it comes time to expand and push boundaries
When I put out releases
It sounds crazy;
many could vouch for me
So look out for me, 'cos I look bound to be
A figure of the times who just found his niche
I would rather snatch a far-fetched fantasy, as it flew free
Than sit back in apathy and have it elude me
But do see, how I’m only grabbing it loosely
And duly, sending it back when it suits me
In pursuit of elusive dreams
Use of reason is superseded by human greed
We’re a youthful breed, with consumer needs
That spends out long before it’s accrued the means
Stop acting like a clueless teen
Always living for the minute is a fruitless feat
Take time out for soothing sleep
Set your mood at ease
Or descend into lunacy
Yes a boost is a boost but
Too much speed leaves your goose in a stew
Till you lose the heat
Make time for tomfoolery
But make sure life’s crucial pieces are fused congruently