It may feel like it’s too much to handle,nBut it’s not time yet.nYour body operates, automatic,nLike a breathless engine,nIt shines in the swimming haze and heat.nWhile your mind,nLike a swarm of insects in a gust of wind,nCrumbles and reassembles,nForgetting its original, innocent form.nnNo, it’s not the time.nDon’t let your frantic mindnRun you awaynFrom me.nNo no no, it’s not the timenYou’ll be alrightnDon’t let your frantic mindnnIn our oldest, wisest yearsnWe’ll laugh,nLooking backnAt our losses.nYours, the self-control you longed tonTrust,nMine, any adequate words to dissolve thenMounting Pressure Moment.nAnd in our tissue-paper skin,nWe’ll mock the frailties of youth.nAnd cherish the steel-solid mindsnWe acquired in time.nnNo, it’s not the time.nDon’t let your frantic mindnRun you awaynFrom me.nNo no no, it’s not the timenYou’ll be alrightnDon’t let your frantic mindnnnI know life starts in slow motionnAnd ends in a fast-forward-flash,nWhen all you want to do is rewindnSo you can relivenThose days we spentnNever wondering about how it all will endnRemember the languid, mesmerizingnHours we spent, spellbound,nDreaming of the life we leadnNow?nDon’t be disillusionednDreams and reality maynNever synchronizenBut someday, we’ll get awaynWith a perfect daynAnd we’ll laugh,nLooking back.nnThe machine hums to the whinenOf the cloud, the swarmnNo louder than beforenWhen did it becomenThe anthem of impending tragedy?nA maddening melody buildingnIn shrill intensity?nMaybe it’s just a new song to sing us to sleepnIt’s not going to end the way you think