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