The path is perfectly laid
As I sit down to think about the future
I see the wonderland
Everything going as planned, life at ease
As I look to the future the sky is clear
Everything is at ease until I take a stand
As I stand up all start to fade
The sky gets bleak and my eyesight is a blur
Try to get hold of the future
But my hands become heavy as I try
Fight a constant battle daily
The battle to clear the smoky sky
I seem to be running short of ammo
I sit back and hold onto the success in my head