These are not the acts of a rational man these are not the songs the ordinary sing. You wouldn't listen when I told you the lies that others comprehend as the truth. you didn't understand when I took your dreams some revere as destiny into myself. My lies were as real as lines in the sand boundaries erased and blowing, the grains moving, and tomorrow, where are they? Your dreams were as false as the world that spins them, tales and stories, wicked imaginings no one can attain. My yesterdays were your tomorrows every dream dead in reality dumb dust. I tell you this truly living in the future leaves no time for today.