they look at me with ravenous eyes
yearning with hope for a pleasant surprise

but i simply have nothing to give
overwhelmed with the risk
because failure costs more than the prize of winning

i try to run ahead but with every step i sink further into the mud
of crud expectations and eager predictions of my future

i dont understand how i can be tired
my tries for success are trapped under the weight of emotional wires
of aspirations failed even though i keep trying harder and harder

to be better is to be in pain
im always chugging, working hard like a train
but i'm running out of coal
stumbling and falling, chasing after my fleeing goals