It's funny how people see us,
for all that we never were.
All our blunders seem to define us,
as if that's all we ever were.

They see lost potential,
Grieving, that I've lost my only way.
All the things that I could've been,
if only I hadn't been led astray.

They say I lost my way,
I got pulled away by the tide.
Yet I reply smiling gratefully,
my head held up by all my pride:

I lost my way ,
Oh yes, I did,
I lost my way and found it back,
time and time again.
But once, I lost it forever,
I finally found myself.

I reach out to the stars,
mesmerized by their eternal beauty.
Dreaming about the day that I reach one,
and look around to see different stars,
glittering all above my head.
Dreaming about these aspirations that never end,
for once I reach something that was once far away,
I am captivated by something else,
something yet further away.
As I retrospect these dreams however,
I finally realize,
after all this time,
the source of the eternal beauty,
was not in the stars,
oh no,
it was,
in the distance.......

This society, it taught me,
to make a colorful mask.
One so brilliant and enticing,
it makes the people gasp.
While it fills me with great pride,
that people value my rigorous task.
I see nothing but the praises,
of a hundred empty masks.

We're all fools fooling one another,
in this masquerade of worldly proportions.
By these masks, we have been bereaved,
Thinking we're lost if we don't take precautions.

So let go of all of your inhibitions,
Throw away those heavy masks.
There is nothing this world wont' give you,
All you need to do, is ask.