it was going well
i was making progress
but it stopped
i stopped
it is hard to start
it is hard to continue
i dont know how it is to finish
because i have never made it that far
what if i never start again
and never find out

this fear hinders me
more than anything else
the fear of never starting again
a self-fulfilling prophecy
the fear of never getting there
makes it hard to start again

people noticed what they want
how can you know where to look
when you never look anywhere at all
maybe there is too much to see
but to see is the least we can do
for when tragedy hits
it hits hard
far past ground zero
whether or not you look that way
the least we can do is look
then react

Don't forget me
In the tide of your life
For the tides take me nowhere
I will not be able to find you
If you let the sea steal you away.