When I look ahead I can't see clearly

Anchored all the time to things so near me

Always struggling with the urge to run away



Always try to move ahead succinctly

Can never see the future too distinctly

When did my hope, seem to lose its ray?



Steadfast as I go from day to day

Slowly my resolve just slips away



Looking back

I've been right on track

Come what may

Has brought me here today

Looking forward now

It's a long way down

It's no surprise

That I'm in the ides



Not including random flights of fancy

Optimism seems a bit too chancy

Hope seems just to scared to come around



So I go around and round now in this circular insanity

It's given from time to time now by the obstacles that 'counter me

It's hard to move ahead, buried underground