Hesitation was my last mistake
Believing was my first,
a salty lake made clear
I can see,
every twisted path you take

It is selfish ambition,
the path you walk,
flavored with the wicked cursed
that leads only to frustration

and you suppose
none of which you do today
effects the road you walk tomorrow,
that each bridge you count burned
leaves ash afloat to future skies
and where it settles brings no sorrow.