Pass me by.
Leave me to die.
Lost in pursuit of the same wild goose,
a dream that won't be realized.

Fear and doubt consume me.
One by one,
I watch my friends surpass me.

The sun is setting upon my once-loved youth:
A land where light once shone, now dim 'neath crescent moon.
Old body void of desire, hunched near a waning fire.
Sullen eyes peer into the night, darkness impedes their sight.

Fixed gaze, unmoving:
a practice in futility.
My own undoing,
laid out for every eye to see.
(eye to see)

...laid out for every eye to see!

To live the life I've dreamed of is an urge I can't refuse,
but there just ain't no catchin' that ol' wild goose.
I'm growing old, losing steam, running out of luck:
success is well within my reach, I just don't have the guts.

I never thought I'd live to see the day
where my ambition runs thin, my psyche collapses.
With failure always looming in my way,
I set my gaze to the ground, ashamed to face it.

Hung about the neck is an albatross: my own potential.
Desperately I drag it, destined to be nonessential.

Destined to be nonessential.