As I look back on the paths I've 
taken
Some misguided, corrected and
mistaken
Sometimes blinded by my pursuit of a
dream
But always back to the worldly
machine



Ever pushing, reaching, achieving
more
Overlooking the joys from the times
before
My coil unwinds at a slow moving
rate
Cheating my mind of its ever coming

fate



Where goes the energy boundless
within
Up through my pours and out of my
skin
Where goes the me that I once use to
see
Where goes the me as I once use to
be

​

Now sitting alone in the quiet of my
thought
My mind much clearer and much less
distraught
Hopes slightly fading toward hues of
gray
Memory remembered of a far better
day

​

          Nick Porcaro - India January 2013