When I look ahead I can't see clearly Anchored all the time to things so near me Always struggling with the urge to run away Always try to move ahead succinctly Can never see the future too distinctly When did my hope, seem to lose its ray? Steadfast as I go from day to day Slowly my resolve just slips away Looking back I've been right on track Come what may Has brought me here today Looking forward now It's a long way down It's no surprise That I'm in the ides Not including random flights of fancy Optimism seems a bit too chancy Hope seems just to scared to come around So I go around and round now in this circular insanity It's given from time to time now by the obstacles that 'counter me It's hard to move ahead, buried underground