Your younger dreams were never like this,
Bereft of ideas you stare the abyss,
Your fears come true and hopes depart,
You want to turn back, rewind from the start;

You wonder and ponder at what went wrong,
Can't someone change this poor life's song,
With doom and gloom and wearisome heart,
You wonder what was first, the horse or the cart;

These blackened thoughts they cloud your mind,
You're in a world that seems unkind,
Then one day comes a chink of light,
You meet someone who will help to fight.