Minds of last resort

One day, two
three day, four
In another half century I'll have little more
Given a chance
Given a hope
To hide from the truth I'll have to elope
Never seen it written
Never heard it said
But, life's a big idea for a much smaller head
forget depression
forget an end
I'm much more worried about the big time Blend
We're handed a life
and given a mind
but we need to be the same when we get in a bind
React to the world however you will
Take on the masses or swallow the pill
but when the time passes of as a movement of sorts
we're an organism of constance with minds of last resort