we'll kill ourselves to find freedom

My days pass by very slowly but my weeks fly by so fast. Does that make sense? I can lie in bed and not think about anything, just lie there in my oversized shirt, and watch the fan make countless clockwise rotations above my head, and count the dead flies in my ceiling light, and still hear the seconds tick by on my $5 clock. But today I woke up and its already Friday. Time will slip by me and before I know it tomorrow I'll be 30, but 30 and where? I suppose we all need a little clarity.