I was always taught what I wished for most would dissapear.
That happiness as a goal wasn't real
and that in the end I'd be a fool to feel.

That this thing I from which I drew inspiration
what gives rise to my vision
would betray me by being an apparition.

Every day I run the same race
and I can come in first place
but watch it end the same way.

I wake every day to claim it's wrong
Yet I find it a solo song
so it's easier to give up and sing along

The time's it's close, within your fingertips
tasting victory all but on your lips
hurts most when hope's light dissapears as though eclipsed.

Push your limits to the red
watch it grow near barreling down home stretch
when it's gone you're all but dead
but it is as it was said
your efforts were wasted
for you were foolish to be led
by an illusion your own soul bred