I am eaten alive By the chase of perfection The ambition that burns from Within That will not Accept Anything It's all gold from afar If you keep your distance, when you keep your distance The closer you get The more it falls apart The goal is gold from afar and tin from up close The journey is mundane And never worth the cost And though I cannot get there And I am not fine here Weary, tired I can never get near I always look at the summit To the harshest track I do commit I have the urge to leave To set sail and go I will not suffer this fate anymore I want to be, finally be But I'm only becoming, always becoming Never the final outcome Always a work in progress And for all that I've done I feel regret That I cannot grasp Cannot comprehend That the goal is to be becoming Always becoming Always becoming more