Today I complained about going back to school.
And my mother told me: Just another few years.
Just another few years.
Just another sometime until something. Until a holiday. Until a day off. Until the end of the year.
We live waiting, endlessly. Always count the time, and until what? Until The next stop. A brief break.
because this is the only way to mark the time that is yet to come. Changes. Brief breaks from routine.
And why would we want changes to come? Are we never satisfied with what we have?
I don't want to live like that.
I don't want to live my life, waiting for some time marks like achievements. Congratulations! You've finished the year. Now just another one to go.
At the second you get a break, you already think of the next.
And I try. And I try. And I try. And I try. But I can't get no…
And meanwhile, I'm waiting, endlessly. Waiting for nothing at all.
I can't get no SAT-IS-FAC-TION.