Someday en Snooze

I try to hide myself from the future
I try to ignore it, and not think about it
Time goes by, time deceives me
Soon the future will be the present
I try not to think about it
I try to imagine how it will be
While I count the seconds, the minutes pass
While I count the minutes, the hours pass
The day, the week, the month finish
The future is near, and near, and near