Clueless about where I’m going, Uncertain on what I’m doing, Surely, I’m sure time ain’t on my side, My plans aren’t falling into place, And I’ve got time here running like it’s a race, No pit stops, No breaths, No pace, What I was sure of, Well no more sure of, You’ve heard money makes the world go round, Truth be told it’s true, Make it also twisted, spin out of control. What’s good creeps up on me, only if i lurked for it, The bad would be a buy ine get one free, from our friend procrastination. But I’m thinking, I didn’t pay for it