These are some things that kept me up a September evening,
Questions and problems I couldn't stop from seeing,
And guilty of them all, it's easier to call forth some answer than put it into action, but

That are phones are getting smarter,
but are our people?
That our lives are getting longer,
but are they as full?
That we try and try to find what will make it all worth the time but isn't time itself worth anything - anymore?

That all our foods are lightning fast,
but are they as rich?
And if the day could last longer,
would you flip the switch?
But I have I have to ask what you'd use it for and furthermore I do implore you've already got switches for light.

You must forgive me but our struggles are manufactured.
They're worth nothing but the distance they drag us down.
And I must I must say that it's our own damn fault today if something we see bad now, is ten years still around.

That we are all so rushed and late,
would you hold a door?
That our cars all have GPS,
but can we fix them?
I ask are our techs somehow just traps built to hold our spirit back and keep it from touching anything real out in this world?

That our bosses got promoted,
but can't do our job.
That we're kept awake by stress,
aren't our nights worth more?
I must I must remind you please find the time inside you to say thanks to those you love - to turn the world off for them's worth hugs.

And you must forgive me but our troubles are manufactured.
They're worth nothing more than the distance they drag us down.
And I must I must say that it's our own damn fault today if something we see bad now, is ten years still around.

That our phones are getting smarter,
but are our people?
That our lives are getting longer,
but are they as full?
It's hard to say, and I don't know - but I've got doubts that show that while so connected we've never been quite as far apart.

That all our foods are lightning fast,
but are they as rich?
And if the day could last longer,
would you flip the switch?
It's hard to say, and I don't know - but I've got doubts that show that while so focused on time we forget what's in our hearts.

And you must forgive me but our troubles are manufactured.
They're worth nothing more than the distance they drag us down.
And I must I must say that it's our own damn fault today if something we see bad now, is ten years still around.

That we are all so rushed and late,
would you hold a door?
That our cars all have GPS,
but can we fix them?
It's hard to say, and I don't know - but I've got doubts that show that while busy-dependent on our toys we forget the truest joys.

That our bosses got promoted,
but can't do our job.
That we're kept awake by stress,
aren't our nights worth more?
It's hard to say, and I don't know - but I've got doubts to show that our advancements are most often made for hurting.

These are some things that kept me up a September evening,
Questions and problems that I couldn't stop from seeing.
And I must I must say that it's my own damn fault today if something I see bad now, is for me in ten years still alive and kicking.

So maybe now this is a new beginning,
Or probably just hypocritic-rambling,
It's hard to say, and I don't know, but I've got the evidence to show that words written most often lead to nothing.