With these apparitions haunting my head And clouding the vision of what I intend The process: accepting a version of self Seems so out of reach, constructing a Hell All of my own In all of this journey I've focused ahead Missing the present as if I were dead A catalyst to being here now, to be sure Is to be here now, really nothing more And so it goes Travels When progress is metered out by days It's easy to feel as if you've lost the Way When crawling doesn't satisfy you anymore Ya gotta stand up to make it through those doors All on your own