Beem Fya Leo - 24 Lyrics

Sands of an hour glass
Passing through the frame
Rain drops steadily dripping upon the pane
Of the windows to the soul
Where did the time go?
21, but I'm feeling the weight of the passing days
Each phrase takes a moment that I could save
They say, "Live while your young," but I'm restrained
By my awareness of each and every minute
I wish I had a ticket that could take me to the past
I wouldn't really use it - I'd just hold in my hand
So I could look at it for a second and then after
Contemplate a better way to concentrate my energy
I bet that I've been wasting it for the majority of my adulthood
If that's a falsehood then I apologize
I maybe unqualified to say
I'm being told to seize the day
And dance during thunder showers
The Earth just rotates:
24 hours

I need a little time to get my head on straight
I'm trapped by anxiety and I need a little space
Just give me 24 hours
Give me 24 hours

It can get to the point where you just go through the motions
Emotionally devoid of any passion or devotion
An ocean that I've floated in for far too long
My boat is simply coasting as I take in another dosage of apathy
After these moments are gone
I've still earned the wage of age in spite of days that I've wasted
But I've failed to gain experience
Now I'm furious with myself
Stunted growth and I've ignored the different facets of my health
I'm a poor steward of my wealth regarding time
A Divinely given gift that's constantly slipping by
I'm horrendously awful at managing and diving it
Investing what I have in the betterment of the Vine's offshoots
The fruit I'm producing is in decline
I'm buying into the lie of busyness
So I'll resign
I'm spending all my energy: letting it be devoured
Check the clock and I've just lost
Another 24 hours

I need a little time to get my head on straight
I'm trapped by anxiety and I need a little space
Just give me 24 hours
Give me 24 hours

I'm learning to appreciate the calm and the quiet
When I'm so used to the riot
Igniting a fire
I'm piloting my vessel through the storms of life
It's chaotic - on the topic
I'm daily taking time to get my mind right
While I feel like I might be rightfully frightened of the future
Due to wounds from my past combined with a lack of sutures
I've been confronted by a suitable sermon to get my noodle working
Burning a hole in my theory that fear is immutable
Dutifully the beautiful Scripture passages penned
That tomorrow can worry about itself
In the end
I'm just wasting my life and joy
Anticipating in anxiety what lies ahead
Staring into the void
Fruitless pursuits equivalent to a noose
I'm just strangled by worrying over what's outside my power
Pardon the hypocrisy
Out of honest curiosity
Will still believe the same way
In 24 hours?

I need a little time to get my head on straight
I'm trapped by anxiety and I need a little space
Just give me 24 hours
Give me 24 hours

I told a friend
"If time is money
I've amassed immense debt
I'm excellent at spending time I don't posses"
I guess I seem to be intent on living for regret
Waste a day only paying attention to things I'll soon forget
I don't invest it well

What would it take to correct this habit?
I'm unwilling to admit that I'm
Spending on whatever will keep me from being seized by the reality of my responsibility

I'd rather not take action
And simply drift in the cycle of
Tending to distractions instead of any other thing I ought to be doing

I'm 21 years old and I'm supposed to be an adult
But time management is foreign and frightening
I guess I'd better submit my desires
To the One Higher and allow Him to guide my feet
'Cause I can't balance on this wire and I've gotten comfortable with falling off