I don't remember writing this. It's pretty short too, but eh whatever
We live this one like yesterday
Tell me why you think it's okay
And you better know that someday
You'll be withering away
And you'll want to go back to today
So take this not as a suggestion
As the blades of grass that surround you
They will ask no questions
Learning but not life lessons
The little details about each blade
They need to see the lawn
Eventually the blades will fade
But the field will never be gone
The field will never be gone
When you're placed as a blade
Don't tell me what you think about your face
And tell me about the special blades
They stand out in a green
A shade the human eye cannot see
Don't let them use your precious liberty
For their ideology
Of what a perfect life should be
You've only got tomorrow
What you don't get done you're filled with sorrow
The other blades
Take tomorrow as a clone
Of yesterday
