The world runs in a straight line
I run in a thousand directions at once
Every thought pulls a new thread
Before the last one gets its moment
It's not laziness, it's excess
A thousand engines running at once
I try to focus on one single point
But my mind's already moved on, ahead
Someone else's clock
Running on a time that isn't mine
While I try to catch
The rhythm the world promised
Someone else's clock
Marking what I couldn't do
But inside the chaos I still build
What no one here foresaw
They say I should just focus
Like it's really that simple
My mind's a city in rush hour
Where everything screams, everything demands, endlessly
I'm not inattentive, I'm a thousand things at once
The world wants silence, I am storm, I am speed
Someone else's clock
Running on a time that isn't mine
While I try to catch
The rhythm the world promised
Someone else's clock
Marking what I couldn't do
But inside the chaos I still build
What no one here foresaw
And someone else's clock keeps going
I keep going at my own pace