Still

Trick of the light, or just A loss of perspective Flaw in the grand plan, just The way it is Looks good from a distance, but The closer I come, it Becomes more daunting, but These moments will pass Still, halfway up the hill My fingers may bleed but I've got to get there Still, standing on the hill My spirit's released but I've got to get there, still Lost in an abstract thought Dazed and distracted Winded, yet still I'm caught With a fragment of doubt Slowed by reflection, but These moments will pass Still, halfway up the hill My fingers may bleed, but I've got to get there Still, standing on the hill My spirit's released, but I've got to get there, still It's just confusion An illusion, easily overdone Here comes revolution, absolution It's not an illusion Not a fiction, easily overcome Here comes revolution, absolution Trick of the light, or just Too much perspective Looks good from a distance, but The closer I come, it Becomes more daunting, but These moments will pass Still, halfway up the hill My fingers may bleed, but I've got to get there Still, standing on the hill My spirit's released, but I've got to get there, still