No-Name Darrell

Running full speed forward every single day

I light a match stick just to see if I can find my way.

Every time I run the wind just wants to blow it out.

I can't blame the wind; it's just my running, running, running.

It's such a shame to waste the moment right in front of you.

I try not to but panicking is all I do.

All we do all day is bring ourselves back and forth.

Like a ferryman bringing his load shore to shore.

Give yourself up to the current sliding silently.

The past can never stay.

The future's in my way.

When will be the day that I realize?

The only time we have is now.

I wish that I could find a way to make the running end.

To be like no-name Darrel standing with his wind chime friends.

Up ahead of me is Neiman-Marcus Day-Glo.

Right behind me the ancestors of the buffalo.

Now's the time, the time is now, the now is here the here is how.

Why can't I concentrate?

Trying harder, hardly trying, try again, again, again.

Use your body wisdom, use your secret math.

Running through the grass,

I'm almost out of cash.

I was taking out the trash when I realized

the only time have is now.