Future Prediction Map
I'll lend a hand. Jumping to 2100, what?Life-extension treatment dreaming of eternity, surveying the world from bedIn my left hand an IV, in my right a remoteOne button that can do anything. Worried me: miserable and kindGrandkids and great-grandkids died long agoWife and son, wishing for my happiness, died tooI've been thinking recently,With your loved ones around, closing your eyes into infinity, everyone around is sad butActually isn't that the best kind of happiness?Living until today with your friends and family goneWith one 14 years 8 months old dogPaying attention to my health now is nonsensical nurseNot my problem I laugh routinely. Watching the future from this crapAgain I think, "What even is eternity?"
Facing the direction of the future with both hands, I open the window"But wait, which way is the future?" I struggle to seeAnyway, at this moment the second hand isn't stoppingIs this already the near future? Unbelievable butWhen I look at my wrinkled palm, reality and my eyes meet
Look away, No matter whereTime has flowed, I am myselfFlipping through the albumBy now everyone is scattered and dried upTo wet my throat I draw a map predicting the future
Unknown scenery as far as the eye can seeHey, hold your breathDeath is definitely knocking at the door to my pastDon't open it, just like that, only the sky's blue is like thatModern times have developed faster than expectedLoneliness also seems to be strangely increasingRestlessly my legs won't stopModern people, going back and forth, person by person by person, to an awful awful awful receptionThat chased child and child and childrenIs stopped at the crosswalk on redEven if you didn't see it before, legs won't stopWatch the unstoppable clock, it's ok not to hurryIf we breath together it'll be alrightTh, feeling of a warm hand, asking after my fertilizing grandmaSociety's a vicious circle. Can't run to waste too early. Brittle logicEnough, high high, not like a long, long, long life is an instant so, it's ok? No.A stranger's eyes that looked as if they weren't watching the future
Look away, No matter whereThe second hand's been, I am myselfFlipping through the albumBy now everyone is scattered and dried upTo wet my throat I draw a map predicting the future[Repeat]