As Sylvia counts the figs on the tree, the wind blows and waltzes her dress,
Every fig represents a direction her life could now take, the possibilities were endless.
Every moment may be split into two paths, or maybe more who knows,
There may be several futures contained in each one, million paths die while the chosen one grows
What if I decide to not do what I am supposed to in the next moment,
And pick the path who didn't feel he would be picked at all?
What if I choose to surprise myself with my own brand of crazy, how bad could be the fall?
I could shut my laptop and not go to work tomorrow and maybe get on a train,
Which takes me nowhere, where I switch off everything and let my thoughts remain
I could go out and hug everyone that passes by on the street,
And force my present to make some memories, with ones I made empty promises to meet.
What if I decide to become an Olympian swimmer who puts fish to shame,
Or riff harder than Clapton, or beat Pele at his beloved game.
What if I now decide that my life's aim now is to learn about birds, and not do a thing more.
What if I want to cook for the rest of my days and stay away from silver's lure?
There are so many paths which each moment presents to us,
And yet we pick the one most dreaded and guzzle the cocktail of life with regret and fuss.
"Suck the marrow off the bones of life" said my Captain, before he left the world of trees and men.
There are too many figs & futures on this tree in front of me Sylvia, and I'm going after ALL of them.
Every fig represents a direction her life could now take, the possibilities were endless.
Every moment may be split into two paths, or maybe more who knows,
There may be several futures contained in each one, million paths die while the chosen one grows
What if I decide to not do what I am supposed to in the next moment,
And pick the path who didn't feel he would be picked at all?
What if I choose to surprise myself with my own brand of crazy, how bad could be the fall?
I could shut my laptop and not go to work tomorrow and maybe get on a train,
Which takes me nowhere, where I switch off everything and let my thoughts remain
I could go out and hug everyone that passes by on the street,
And force my present to make some memories, with ones I made empty promises to meet.
What if I decide to become an Olympian swimmer who puts fish to shame,
Or riff harder than Clapton, or beat Pele at his beloved game.
What if I now decide that my life's aim now is to learn about birds, and not do a thing more.
What if I want to cook for the rest of my days and stay away from silver's lure?
There are so many paths which each moment presents to us,
And yet we pick the one most dreaded and guzzle the cocktail of life with regret and fuss.
"Suck the marrow off the bones of life" said my Captain, before he left the world of trees and men.
There are too many figs & futures on this tree in front of me Sylvia, and I'm going after ALL of them.
