Through My Window...

Is this the way that life is supposed to be?
Always waiting, never knowing what is happening to me
As I sit and watch the cars all drive in single file
I can’t help but think and wonder that it’s gonna be awhile
There’s so much going on, but it doesn’t feel the same
Sometimes I look in the mirror and I know who’s to blame
Where is the passion that we felt in our youth?
We find only empty answers in our search for the truth

I’m living for the past and it’s holding me back
Can’t look ahead, can’t keep on track
I try to stay focused on my present goal
But I just end up digging another hole

Next year will be better than any that’s come before
I know I say that every year but now I need it more
Inspiration withers away, I know this isn’t living
It’s time to realize that I’m taking more than I’m giving
Life it isn’t a sonnet or pretty bouquet of flowers
It’s more than just a collection of days and hours
But I can’t pretend to speak of what I do not know
I only hope that life will give me one good show