No one claims to be as great
As the greatness they see in themselves,
They fight to give, and they quit to take.
If you claim to be, you think like me:
You see the good, and forget the truth.
Do you strive to see?
Do you chase your youth?
I used to count the stars, frame by frame;
Now I look further, past my sight.
I look for the dark, not someone to blame.
Desire is blinding, like a flash in the night.
I'll know when the end is near, but I'll have no fear.
I live for the present; foresight makes for one bad year.