I can't remember,
Remember a time,
A time when the world seemed so clear.

Following the footprints in the sand,
The footprints left by those before me,
Those before me leading me to the future they've built for me.

I am not happy with it,
Happy with the future I'm expected to greet,
Greet with Open arms and claim as if I worked for it myself.

I am not the person I have been lead to be,
Lead to be in the hopes I will end up like you,
Like you to bear the torch of compliance and mediocrity.

With Chissel in hand I will change it,
Change the future and carve the stone anew,
Carve the stone anew and leave my own footprints in the sand.