Wake up in the morning, I listen to the news -
People keep fighting; they have conflicting views.
No need to fret, it’s just the world falling apart.
A brand new day though we're off to a shaky start.

The clock is ticking; there are things to be done.
No time to spare, there are battles to be won,
Dreams to be chased, still a life to be made,
Lots to prove, no room for distractions in my head.

"Try hard enough, bleed out your heart 'n' soul,"
That’s what they say, the ones who know it all,
"Then maybe, maybe, you'll get what you want."
I try to believe it's that simple but no, I can’t.

Philosophy and reality are too contradictory;
Does it count as a win if it is a Pyrrhic victory*?
Traded friends for wolves in sheep's skin, I did.
Beliefs, principles, I've let them all go bit by bit.

Can't overthink, need no distractions in my head;
There are dreams to be chased, a future to be made.
Can't lament the life not lived, the road not taken,
Those sunsets I missed and my love forsaken.