My ambitions had gone the way of the jet stream
High up and far away from me
I eventually felt the need to retrieve my absent cause
Because what's lost can be found
The scent of what was still lingered
So like a hound I set out
Hot on the trail of runaway dreams
I traveled far and came face to face with a fact
What's is doesn't have to be
I had been trapped in my own false reality
I hadn't lost my ambition
It was hidden inbetween the lines of self loathing I wrote and read to myself over and over
What is lost can be found
What is doesn't have to be
And what is written can always be rewritten
May 17, 2016
May 17, 2016 at 7:19 PM UTC
My ambitions had gone the way of the jet stream
High up and far away from me
I eventually felt the need to retrieve my absent cause
Because what's lost can be found
The scent of what was still lingered
So like a hound I set out
Hot on the trail of runaway dreams
I traveled far and came face to face with a fact
What's is doesn't have to be
I had been trapped in my own false reality
I hadn't lost my ambition
It was hidden inbetween the lines of self loathing I wrote and read to myself over and over
What is lost can be found
What is doesn't have to be
And what is written can always be rewritten
Focus on what is to come.
