Naive As Can Be
I am a creature of impulse
I fantasize about the future
but live in the now
what it is is never quite what I expected
but I improvise, and get their somehow
I know who I wanna be
but why will it always be imposable and why cant I finally see
Its never gonna seem how I thought it was gonna be
In fact he who is waiting for me
I know is someone completely unfamiliar to who I will be
I am the creation of my past
What remains after I left behind everything I would hate myself for being
shamefully resenting the person I used to be
while trying to clutch him and remember all his glee
When I do finally grasp him I wonder why is he so incredibly new to me
he is who I am and I am who is he
We two can never know till we get there
and when we get their we still wont ever see
that the now is whats a part of me
and the now is all I'll ever be
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