my world was before me, in the distance as i trotted toward the horizon,
i could see the makings of what would be, i could see myself in what i would become,
my world was before me, in vision and potential as i slowed my pace,
was there nothing, nothing i could do, but there was everything i must do....
my world is before me, as i live and breath,
i can feel the bass, i can feel the flash, i can feel the grace,
my world is before me, where i stand, i beg,
when can i have my day, has my day even come....?
my world is incomplete, in every sense of the word,
missing my sanity, missing my bravado, missing my world altogether,
with no love, with no light, with no life, with no flight,
how can i get to my plateau, the plains are a flush with disaster....?
my love is fleeting, like every other great feeling, i shutter to think,
what could be, what should be, what would be, if it were possible,
my mind is racing through every possibility, can it be,
have i accomplished nothing, am i worth anything anymore....?
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