Driven

Making plans to make me feel that there's a Sense in what I do. Returning to the forward-looking, The structured and focused too. In fact, I'm just repeating habits Which proved to be okay. Things that worked out fine and nothing else is Here to stay. I'm driven by a force I can't control no More. Something's acting deep inside of me. Keeps me running, keeps me hiding, Takes my breath away. And I wonder from where I get this energy. Faster, higher, further, it's not just a slogan. I hate to hang around and waste my time. Standstill is the enemy of progress. Sometimes I even think that chilling's sort of a Crime. But then again, I'm starting to get thoughtful. To ask myself if this is how I wanna Be. If this ain't rather some sort of neurosis. The opposite of feelings that are free. I'm driven by a force I can't control no More. Something's acting deep inside of me. Keeps me running, keeps me hiding, Takes my breath away. And I wonder from where I get this energy.