End up fired

I think the world moves too fast

End up fired

Think about a world with nobody else in it 

Maintained as if by magic and without rules or limits

Where you can be just who you like, no need left to pretend

You can honestly express yourself right up to the worlds end.

Painting, drawing, writing music, no-one left to criticize, your ambition can expand, nothing limiting its size.

Or else do nothing if you like, and nobody will call you useless, for many working not at all, that is where the real truth is.

 

Instead we’re in a world which moves too fast.

Where any comfort simply doesn’t last. 

A world in which I always wake up tired.

Do what I can I bet I’ll end up fired.