Vista

I'm sounding the alarm a bit early

Call it all off, I've lost a bet

And, yeah, I know what my path holds

But I'm not sure I'm ready for it yet

I'm waiting for the day I seize my glory

My call to fame that all of us will get

Will it come or not? Will I claim my spot?

Sometimes just I want all of this to end

Sometimes I feel the sour earth below

An impressive glance at the world that I have left

Did I leave a mark? My nasty scar

Any remnant on the biggest world I've met

Watching from afar, from the cliffs of my mountain

Looking at these hills that i have climbed

Was it all for none? No gratification

Or is my sense of self trying to get in my mind?