I'll lend a hand. Jumping to 2100, what?
Life-extension treatment dreaming of eternity, surveying the world from bed
In my left hand an IV, in my right a remote
One button that can do anything. Worried me: miserable and kind
Grandkids and great-grandkids died long ago
Wife and son, wishing for my happiness, died too
I've been thinking recently,
With your loved ones around, closing your eyes into infinity, everyone around is sad but
Actually isn't that the best kind of happiness?
Living until today with your friends and family gone
With one 14 years 8 months old dog
Paying attention to my health now is nonsensical nurse
Not my problem I laugh routinely. Watching the future from this crap
Again I think, "What even is eternity?"
Facing the direction of the future with both hands, I open the window
"But wait, which way is the future?" I struggle to see
Anyway, at this moment the second hand isn't stopping
Is this already the near future? Unbelievable but
When I look at my wrinkled palm, reality and my eyes meet
Look away, No matter where
Time has flowed, I am myself
Flipping through the album
By now everyone is scattered and dried up
To wet my throat I draw a map predicting the future
Unknown scenery as far as the eye can see
Hey, hold your breath
Death is definitely knocking at the door to my past
Don't open it, just like that, only the sky's blue is like that
Modern times have developed faster than expected
Loneliness also seems to be strangely increasing
Restlessly my legs won't stop
Modern people, going back and forth, person by person by person, to an awful awful awful reception
That chased child and child and children
Is stopped at the crosswalk on red
Even if you didn't see it before, legs won't stop
Watch the unstoppable clock, it's ok not to hurry
If we breath together it'll be alright
Th, feeling of a warm hand, asking after my fertilizing grandma
Society's a vicious circle. Can't run to waste too early. Brittle logic
Enough, high high, not like a long, long, long life is an instant so, it's ok? No.
A stranger's eyes that looked as if they weren't watching the future
Look away, No matter where
The second hand's been, I am myself
Flipping through the album
By now everyone is scattered and dried up
To wet my throat I draw a map predicting the future
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