Tranquil faces among mine aren't found.
Strangers disgrace.
Judging not by the sound of heart, the future is measured by what you create.
You future is undecided and your fate.
What I would do to think like this back in the day. What I would do to feel my best.
I will not measure my future on what is now but by what can come around.
The plan for my life... So close and so hidden.
What is it? I don't know, but I'm about to find out.