Nothing compares to wasted potential, I dreamt I would fly and then I fell. All the day dreams vanished in reality, darkness sleeps on the path to clarity.
I couldn't find the map to my treasure, I remember the day when I was so sure that I will finally find my purpose, now all I have is sadness in surplus. On the shore I watched that ship sail, I drowned my dreams in its trail.
Nothing compares to wasted potential, the fear of being inconsequential drove me to chase a wild dream, got blinded by hope's high beam, now I am back on square one, I can't focus, I just want to run.
I will never forget those rejections, I forgot sleep without self reflection. I held my breath for so long, only for everything to go wrong. This has been a long and cruel summer but calling it unfair would be a misnomer.
Nothing compares to wasted potential, inspires in you a dread that's existential. The voices inside me scream, who am I? What is my dream?