Focus

We can find that we have wandered so far from the path

We can find that we've lost sight of all of the things we really had

Now I've reached this destination, but I wonder where I've come

Where's the goal that I once dreamed of at a time when I was young?

As the earth gives way beneath my feet

And I stumble blindly all alone

Through an isolated plane of fear

Haunted by the dreams that I disowned

When the hourglass seems out of sand

And nothingness seems close at hand

You'll remember all you really had

And it brings things into focus

I can put aside the phantoms

Conjured by the sirens' songs

I can strive to find the meaning

And learn I knew it all along

I can look back to the life I had

And the things I wanted for myself

I can turn and try to walk the path

And ignore the search for something else

But if all we have is just one try

I want to live before I die

Does there have to be a reason why?

Would it bring things into focus?

So if all I have is just one try

I have to live before I die

I'm not sure I need a reason why

Just to bring things into focus?

But the hourglass seems out of sand

And nothingness seems close at hand

And I think of all I really had

And I want it back in focus