A Vague Ambition

On the horizon, there's a hope we'll all amount to greater things


But we let the paths to them get broken


Why do we accept that we'll never reach an end


Where vices and regrets are not the truth, and not the cure



This won't ever stop, we are lying to ourselves



Between the margins, there's a marginal desire to be something


But we let the words written within them hold us back


Why let this context become the meaning when it's just


A pretense of abstract convictions never meant to be



We can't help ourselves, can't turn it around


This won't ever stop, we are lying to ourselves