Not to say were not fortunate to be bornnto a world that encourages us to grownbut sometimes perpetual motion moves so slownnHunger for a change of scenerynyou drive North in search of snownwere you prepared for certain shadowsnto follow you everywhere that you gonnnyour body's been decaying all this timenand now it finally starts to shownand are you having second thoughtsnabout that path that you chosennNow that the fire in your eyes nhas burned down like coalsnto a warm consistent glownwell hey that smoke has clearednyou regained the use of your nosennSo take take a second now nto stop and smell the rosesnjust like you never thought you had time nbut always thought that you shouldnAt least for now it okay to take life in smaller dosesnSomething new has come to town nseems like he's doing you goodnnAnd I've come to a new townnyeah sure it's somewhat the samenit feels good to be aware ofnbut still not focused on the cause behind that painnnAnd sometimes when the mood is right it feelsnlike every inch and nothings changednbut in some way that not for one secondnhas stayed the samennSo you remember to eat dinnernremember to feel betternremember your friendsnthey'll think that you forgot themnif you only write secret lettersnRemember not to focus on nthose feelings that you lacknYou just might give yourself a heart attack