Woop.

Running toward fantasy
Evading my reality
Engulfed in ambiguity
I set up for remorse

Kneeling to your revelry
Controlled by my indecency
Drowning in this legacy
My own misguided course

Hit the ground I'm racing
There's nothing in my way
Further onward upward
Beyond my own dismay
There's so much here before me
I cannot pass this stage
Perhaps I must stop moving
And just let my mind engage