We’re going somewhere
But we never get there,
Because it seems too far away,
Too far, to really make us stay.
Even though it could get real, we will not try
Because we would fall to deep when we fly that high.
We give no effort, no passion or power
And stop before the seed becomes a flower.
Are you wondering why we often don’t get,
What we actually want, and then maybe regret,
That we hadn’t been fighting more for it.