Concrete minds cannot change
Don’t stand still, keep moving
You’ll become what you say you hate
Concrete minds, they never change
Time marches on to an early grave yet to be dug
I’ve got the shovel but what I lack is motivation
Nothing waits for me nor I for it
Self imposed paralysis
The no movement, movement
Time marches on to an early grave yet to be dug
I’ve got the shovel but what I lack is motivation