I look at my dreams,
What I want the most,
And as I do I step back without knowing what I've done.
The thing I want the most is right there,
Barely beyond my reach,
Yet it seems to be getting further,
Everytime I do things without thinking.
Growing confused, I keep trying to reach out,
What a fool I am just trying to reach.
Soon will I realize what an imbecile I am?
I won't achieve anything if I keep stepping back.
