Regressed Goals
Ambitions long forgotten
Left on pages old and rotten
Goals saved for another season
Priorities without rhyme or reason
Simply following the roads straight ahead
Not for want or desire but as obligation led
Only to front a stonewall barrier
Finding in retreat regression even scarier
Regressing to the start to look again forward
To search and find again the goals I was working toward
Moss Of A Mountain's Stone
Living in the worse sense of being alone
Stuck like moss growing fat on a mountain's stone
Nowhere to go but down into the abyss
I can do nothing but just take living like this
But sometimes I can't even do that
Wondering how on Earth I got where I'm at
Hoping erosion doesn't cut off my life support
As the stones wears down slowly into dirt
Moral Equilibrium
Greater good, lesser evil
Battle of one's own free will
Blame it on nature or put it on nurture
The feeling so helpless is the greatest torture
Trying to find balance on an endless horizon
Never finding anything stable to lean on
Pride is a question of sin and virtue
Depending on someone else's point of view
Does the middle road lie on a paradox
And would someone please remove the road blocks
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