LIVE FOR TODAY
When I was a young boy my mom asked me "Son when you grow up what do you want to be?" I said: Mom, a hockey star, I want to skate, shoot, score, take me team far Wanna play in game 7 of the Stanley Cup The score tied 3 to 3, 21 seconds left Pick up the loose puck at center ice Skate in on the blue line Burst of speed, by the defence I'm on a breakaway Should I shoot? Should I deke? Fake to my right, back to my left The goalie goes down and I flip the puck up It's going up and in But it hits the cross bar Drops onto the goal line Time stops I start thinking about how we're living in a cyber-society surrounded by technology in a globalized economy devoid of geography Reflecting upon history repeating itself endlessly Questioning theology and much about humanity Astronomy and astrology Heavenly bodies around me Fantasy becomes reality resulting in ecstasy Chemistry and biology explain my psychology I don’t need a PhD in philosophy to let me see What I want is for the puck to go into the net It starts trickling in ... The red light goes on The crowd erupts, I look up We’ve won the Stanley Cup Dream of tomorrow Live for today Remember yesterday Live for today |