"Cause there's no turning around"


So, this is where I find myself. So, this is how I end up. So, this is what I've sown. So, I've been blinded by hope. So, I'd been inane enough to convince myself I stood a chance.

Every single goal I set for myself; I rush into chasing it, Looking only forward. To my, what. My finish line. My horizon? My fast reaching horizon.

Horizon. An imaginary line that recedes as you approach it.

Well, what can I possibly say.

So, this is how it all ends. So, I've failed in this. So, I missed this chance. So, what?