The road to success is often covered with stones
so jagged and slicing all of my toes
and their bones
And the answers being sought after are always being blown along the wind
Faster than I could ever hope to run, I'd never catch my breath again

I keep counting stars and counting scars, but I forget before I ever finish counting
I've been lost so long, with an atlas in my pocket
But it's crumpled up and the letters are merely smudges
The lines on the road have disappeared
They were ashamed of all the attention they received as I counted each one carefully
So as not to miss even one

I keep wishing on comets and hoping for better days
But when I create them for myself, it's only a phase
And when my eyes open and realize it's just like when I was five
And I wished upon a shooting star to love being alive
My siblings told me I could wish for anything, and that is what I chose

When I reach my destination, I just hope there's a spot with a good view
So at night I can see the crooked moon
As it hangs in the sky deceivingly
Just like most of the other smiles I've ever seen