Looking out in front of me yet nothing looks clear,                                                                                                                                         walking on toward it all yet it moves as I get near                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                               I feel as if its lingering a few steps ahead                                                                                                                                           What awaits me there is what I seem to dread

  Thinking of turning back I  take a look behind,                                                                                                                                          A bottle full of misery is all I seem to find.
Looking in the distance up ahead of me                                                                                                                                                 I realize what it is, its my  future I see                                                                                                                                                What awaits me there at this time I dont know,                                                                                                                                          So I begin my journey forward carefully taking it slow.                                                                                                                                           Then all at once it comes to me finally at last,                                                                                                                                              That bottle full of misery appears to be my past.