Flower Picking in Space

I wish I had more time to be bored I wish I had more time to be bored I fell in a well for a wish to afford I stop the tap dance and they clap no more Then the earth spins off axis I make my spaceship Then fly off-planet No more questions 'Cause no one's asking Repeat question 'Cause no one's answering No, you cannot change I don't want to run Hmm mmm I just want to stay Saying "no you cannot change" 'Cause how can I run from What I'm going to chase? I wish I wished I had more time to be bored I wish my time would make some more time to be more Than a space to be taken up arranged and recorded Then played for a world that plugs in and distorts it I try and ignore it And play an act on the stage They clap and laugh when I wear a mask on my face I seek a key to escape from what lies in this cage In a prison I made a double mirror I face Frames and green screens but the signal's distorted We fabricate dreams on black screens to feed our importance So worried about the bigger portrait That I can't see the leaves through the trees through the forest Want what I say to be important To not mince or mix words A verse feels like a curse Want it concise and shortened Like a phrase in a chorus Not to be erased then replaced by the moment But I'm told I cannot change My OCD has ADD I'm caught between what I think I need then My mind wanders Only for a second then the heavens has passed Don't have the time to sit, slow down, or relax Or cope with my past and plan for the future So abstract I grab at but can't grasp I'm trapped in between what I imagine and fact The hourglass flips, the dream flees and my wings retract I wish Maybe that time could be stored Spend it now or how Ever afforded Or borrowed from generations before us Or is this a Mirage in a cloud for a wish to be more It's the race that I run With no place to be awarded And the rats bite back Can almost hear God laugh when our made plans are thwarted But we'll always go back Does it take one to know one more isn't important? I know I cannot change 'Cause how I run from from What I'm going to chase? Would I lie, to a coward, to my face? Close my eyes and count the hours 'til I'm awake Fail to fall asleep in my dream Of Narcissistic things For now, I'm high picking flowers in space