Looking out in front of me yet nothing looks clear, walking on toward it all yet it moves as I get near I feel as if its lingering a few steps ahead What awaits me there is what I seem to dread
Thinking of turning back I take a look behind, A bottle full of misery is all I seem to find.
Looking in the distance up ahead of me I realize what it is, its my future I see What awaits me there at this time I dont know, So I begin my journey forward carefully taking it slow. Then all at once it comes to me finally at last, That bottle full of misery appears to be my past.
Aug 1, 2010
Aug 1, 2010 at 12:13 AM UTC
Looking out in front of me yet nothing looks clear, walking on toward it all yet it moves as I get near I feel as if its lingering a few steps ahead What awaits me there is what I seem to dread
Thinking of turning back I take a look behind, A bottle full of misery is all I seem to find.
Looking in the distance up ahead of me I realize what it is, its my future I see What awaits me there at this time I dont know, So I begin my journey forward carefully taking it slow. Then all at once it comes to me finally at last, That bottle full of misery appears to be my past.