In contempt of myself

Every moment
I lose another chance
To live the life I want to
Make my dream come true

And every moment,
I just keep falling
Lower and lower in my own eyes.
Another piece of my dream dies

My only fear is that one day,
I'll look back and see an empty book,
With blank pages staring back in contempt;
And it won't be the steps that I took,
that I'll regret,
But the ones that I could have, and didn't.

My only fear is that one day,
I'll look back and think,
My only dream was to live,
And all I managed was to exist.