Inertia

INERTIA

I'm the type
Who's quick to speak when we're debating
Ask me how what I think
And I won't ever keep you waiting
But when it's time to act with precision
Then suddenly I'm full of indecision
Hypnotized by the goals I chase
Like flocks of grand balloons
And whenever I get one
I put it down to momentum
And all the ones I fail to nurture
Well, I guess it's inertia
Every day I age a little and grow wiser
A bit more grey
A touch more long in the incisor
But when it comes to making myself advance
I feel like I'm still in short pants
Baffled by the contingencies at every turn I take
And whenever I take one
I hope it's not just a fake one
And if I feel a touch of nausea
It's that same old inertia
Is it ambivalence or some kind of block?
Half my mind says "go"
Some kind of insecurity or chemical impurity
All my projects seem so grand
But I'm dragging one foot in the sand
Now's the time for me to try and make things happen
Inside my life
And try to get those neurons snappin'
But if I make my agenda too ambitious
I'll run around in circles vicious
I need to fix my eye on things
I've got some chance to grasp

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