I wish I listened more often to the voice in my head that whispers
Sounds in my head telling me to point a certain way anytime I hinder.

So many promises of the future but deep down I can't attain
But my younger self with it's future still bleak was still the future I wanted to attain.

On a better level of understanding how the circle fits my existence
When you look closely with each day passing you cringe for your existence.

Hoping that the next day isn't your last hoping to make an impact
The race born within the mind of who is actually seeking an impact.
My younger version gesturing me to believe in myself more I might make an impact.