He's sitting there thinking
Wishing he was drinking
He's thinking of the impact
That he makes upon the world

He hates how much effort it takes
To think of what difference he makes
He thinks his life is pointless
And he's fearful that he's right

Not a single inch he goes
Makes a difference, this he knows
'Cause every single inch he moves
A million more have moved before

Every time he has a thought
He think it's something he was taught
He's never had a vision
Just reflections in his head

He cannot see his footprint
Because he won't look behind him
And he cannot see his shadow
'Cause he's giving off the light
He cannot see his writing
'Cause he's looking at the paper
And he cannot see that he is doing
Exactly what is right

Life's too full of choices
Full of siren, fighting voices
All so many ways to go
That the path is never clear

To him each way is far too tough
He feels he cannot do enough
The endless open space becomes
A trap with no escape

Each choice presents a hundred more
Each no harder than before
But though his changes shape the world
They do not change his life

He cannot see his footprint
Because he won't look behind him
And he cannot see his shadow
'Cause he's giving off the light
He cannot see his writing
'Cause he's looking at the paper
And he cannot see that he is doing
Exactly what is right