Midas Touch reflects on this world of “never ending possibility”. The idea that the achievements of the generations before have not paved an easier path but rather opened a wider chasm. Where what once were considered treasures are transformed into weights made worthless by their own
abundance. Midas Touch discusses how this compounds the feelings of helplessness and incompetence in us when we are constantly chastised for not “achieving” with so much opportunity afforded to us when really “too much of anything is worthless”.
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I know this isn't what we were
Looking forward to
And the bottom always seems to drop out
Of these plans, I try to make
Days they used to pass in a blur
Held up next to you
But now I try my best
To make the hours ache less
Than they do
But they tell us we're blessed
By a Midas Touch
That too much of anything
Is just enough I guess
And they insist that we're blessed
But too much of anything is worth less
Had a time when I meant
Every single word I said
But now I'm caught up in these mind games
Trying to get a head
And are we so broke and bent
That we can't see past the red
And to the hames
That we've made of this bed
It leaves a lot to be desired
This bone and that wire
This feeling of unease
This isn't what you pleaded for
And you cut your days short
Waiting
For what you should have been chasing
But they tell us we're blessed
By a Midas Touch
That too much of anything
Is just enough I guess
And they insist that we're blessed
But too much of anything is worthless I guess
But they tell us we're blessed
Ohhhhh
That too much of anything is worthless
Yeah they tell us we're blessed
But too much of anything is worthless I guess