I can’t keep my feet on the ground anymore

My mind is on a racetrack above the clouds

My face is wind-whipped and sore

And the voice of what I want echoes in the distance so loud

Out of sight, out of mind they say

But it’s the only thing that pulls me through this sky

If I could easily get things my way

Then my goals in mind would be run dry

I built these mountains for myself

I hop from peak to peak

But sometimes the slightest shift in weight

Causes these foundations to creak

I slip and fall and stumble and slide

The foundations that I built so high in my brilliant sky

Are crumbling my pride

As what I want slips farther away I wonder why I even try

But I pull myself back to the top

Not worried about the break and bend

There’s nothing left now to make me stop

With my goals so buried in my mind, this racetrack will never end.