How can I focus on anything else
but the things I lack?
All of these qualities have flown away,
n’er to come back again this way for me
To pick from the sky,
’n place into a jar by my bedside for the time being.
But time being the way it is says, "No looking behind, it’s no use to try."
But after all you say, "There’s hope for the future.
Keep up your chin, have a stiff upper lip, you’ll make it."
My legs they move me forward,
My eyes stay toward the ground.
It is solid, safe, and sound beneath my feet.
No looking behind, it’s no use to try.