Do I Know? Testo

Waiting for the last day to cash in your chips, like you somehow knew there'd be so many more than this. When the clock stops- it's over, however safely you've played the game. Forever. I want forever today. All this safety is killing me. All this dancing around our hopes and dreams. It's obscene. Why do I have to see it all flash before my eyes to give up the pretense of coloring between the lines? To say what I think. To do what I feel. For the myth of security or the myth of eternity? To live this day like it was my last. Do I know it's not?