This is not how I pictured it to be
By this point I should have so much more
Enough not to work again
To spend my days at leisure
The original plan looks doomed to fail
Without a clear path it was always frail
Relying on luck and circumstance
I have no one but myself to blame
I am in a better place than most
But still I fell I must complain
For it is not at the level I want
I have yet to reach my dreams
I am rounding the top of the peak
In a few months I start the downward slope
That inevitable path we all must follow
As vitality dies and bones grow old
I still have many years to go I hope
But each one passes closer to the last
Slowly my clock ticks to its end
When my mind can think no more
I am in a better place than most
But still I fell I must complain
For it is not at the level I want
I have yet to reach my dreams
Many will say I am still too young
To be thinking in this way
But in many top line sports
I'd be reaching retirement age
There are younger world champions
And a generation alien to me
I am in a better place than most
But still I fell I must complain
For it is not at the level I want
I have yet to reach my dreams
The metal’s band revelatory new record crosses genres and styles, effortlessly combining seemingly incompatible subgenres. Bandcamp Album of the Day Apr 26, 2024