I'm with everyone I know,
Running in our lifetime's race.
But I just can't shake this feeling
That I'm never going to place.
They all have their hearts set on something
And is it something that I have done,
To cause me to run with aimless footsteps
Simply chasing the horizon?
They're all clutching onto something,
And they put their hope in it.
But for some reason, I never seem
To be able to commit.
One by one they find their goal,
And take off sprinting away.
Leaving me in the dust,
To chase the horizon again today.
And it's not their fault, I know.
They think that I am running too.
I told them I was coming,
But I'm just watching them run through.
Why can't I see their inspiration?
Each time I think I know,
I trip and lose the thought I had.
And I'm far to tired to go.
I'm tired of having no purpose,
Just living an act of treason.
I hope they'll stop for a breath and see,
That I'm a runner without a reason.
May 3, 2016
May 3, 2016 at 11:16 AM UTC
I'm with everyone I know,
Running in our lifetime's race.
But I just can't shake this feeling
That I'm never going to place.
They all have their hearts set on something
And is it something that I have done,
To cause me to run with aimless footsteps
Simply chasing the horizon?
They're all clutching onto something,
And they put their hope in it.
But for some reason, I never seem
To be able to commit.
One by one they find their goal,
And take off sprinting away.
Leaving me in the dust,
To chase the horizon again today.
And it's not their fault, I know.
They think that I am running too.
I told them I was coming,
But I'm just watching them run through.
Why can't I see their inspiration?
Each time I think I know,
I trip and lose the thought I had.
And I'm far to tired to go.
I'm tired of having no purpose,
Just living an act of treason.
I hope they'll stop for a breath and see,
That I'm a runner without a reason.
