There’s no time like the present

there is no time like the present
it’s a gift, but don’t wrap it up wrong
it’s here, then it’s not …all in one breath
as it came, just as quickly, it’s gone
to live the present even once more
is a waste, one more breath that’s in vane
the present clearly waits for no one
and nothing will ever be the same

I try not to say

I try not to say without thinking
but every time the bell goes ‘bong’
like an old frustrated, bent triloquist
it usually just comes out all wrong
I feel depressed because I can’t get any taller
so I stand on my toes, but it hurts
If I walk I just become the next faller
maybe I should stick to bad jokes instead?
now I boldly say without thinking
that the things not a thing but a thong
it sounds tight but it’s looser than ever
and now I can’t even finish this song